Hey guys! So… this is my first fanfic ever! I'm really excited. Also happy holidays! I've had this story in my head for a while now and needed to write about it! Please review! Constructive criticism would be good! Thanks! -LexiBelikov4ever

D.P.O.V

The hellish first day. Why am I not surprised these Americans can only entertain thoughts of sex, drinking, and sex. I'm not usually one to complain, but now I'm teaching high-school.

Where did I go wrong? I thought teaching was a respected and noble position. Well let me tell you how far off that is. First off, high-schoolers are all idiots. Either idiots or over-achievers. They don't bother even thinking about studying for a test if there is a party the night before. Then comes the conversations you can't help but over-hear in a quiet room.

The most common are: "Did you hear that Lindsay went all the way with Zach at Tiffany's house this weekend? Whore!" or "Oh my god dude! You totally nailed Brittany after the football game! Sweet! I bet she had a killer—" Well, let e just stop there. The gossip and vulgar language that floats around these halls is cruel and uncalled for.

St. Vladimir's Academy. My calling, my dream. I thought teaching here would separate me from the rest; that this school was special. The principle promised an experience I won't forget. I had no idea this would be the kind of experience she meant.

The students painfully sauntered in the classroom, not a care in the world. Now, I may be young for a teacher, but I know this is highly disrespectful.

"Take your seats." I commanded, my voice booming above the rest of the mindless conversations. Almost unanimously the students looked up with shock on their faces… except for one. They immediately sat down and looked at me with awe and admiration.

"That's more like it." I stated, voice mingled with agitation. "This is the advanced writing class and I expect the best from you, not the bare minimum. If you give this class your all, we won't have a problem. If you treat this class as a joke, then I will treat you accordingly. Understand?"

Almost everyone silently nodded their heads and took out their notebooks. This one is going to get on my nerves I thought to myself while heading straight for the students desk. She glanced up, not worried and said, "Hello. Can I help you?" That alone in my old school would have gotten you a week's detention.

"Yes you can, actually." I snapped right back.

"With what?" She whispered seductively and she leaned down to give me a nice view of her chest. I felt my pants tighten.

This usually never happens. I am always professional. I never let beauty or feelings cloud my right mind. But there was something about her.

"Well, first off, you can put on a more appropriate shirt. I think the nurse has some that will suit you just fine." Her eyes blazed with rage and hatred and a small, defensive growl escaped her throat. All I was thinking was thank god everyone is so scared of me, they won't look over.

"Then you can properly introduce yourself."

" Rose. Rose Hathaway. It's always a pleasure to meet a person my father is scared stiff of. The only problem is that this isn't the first time we have met." The questioning look in my eyes told her to continue.

"I've met you before, and frankly, I'm hurt you don't remember. But I think it would be highly inappropriate to talk about what happened in front of all these people. I'll come by at lunch. But to ease your pain, I'll give you a little hint."

Again, a curious expression crossed my face. The thirst of knowledge was left unquenched when she immediately took out her notebook and started writing down the prompt on the board.

I slowly walked away; completely and utterly confused. Where have I seen her before? Endless questions bounced around in my skull as I sat down to think for the rest of the shortened period. (Our schedule is odd, there is 20 minutes of AP wring in the beginning of the day, then another 1 hour and 40 in the afternoon.)

Soon enough the bell rang signaling the end of class. Now I have an entire free period to think about this mysterious girl. Great.

Everyone hurriedly left the class but Rose took her time and finally approached my desk. She threw a note at my face and Rose laughed at my expression as she quickly walked out of the classroom, instantly being met by a crowd of people.

I rapaciously opened the note and read it.

Prompt: What is your favorite summer memory? *Use correct format*

My absolute favorite summer memory is spending time with my dad. He does a lot of business in the areas of Europe and the Middle-East. His job is considered dangerous so I'm not allowed to come. That's why I don't see him a lot. This summer he came down to my mother and my house and we spent the entire summer together. We talked, ate ice-cream, and did all the cheesy things fathers and daughters did in the summer. I even met some of his less important clients, and more importantly, less important clients sons.

Written by: Rose Hathaway (aka Rosemarie Mazur)

My heart skipped a beat and I froze. How could I have not seen it sooner? The feeling, the confidence, the 'scared stiff' comment? She is Abe's daughter. Oh god. I repeatedly chastised myself for being so mean. I flipped the paper over, only to find a bright, pink spot n the page. Stop stressing about being mean. I won't tell my dad.

How could she have read me so well? She's a Mazur who knows who I am. We've only met once. How could I be so transparent? Again I chastised myself.

"Never open up to a Mazur." My mother once said on the way to the meeting. "Don't let them know enough about you to hurt you. The only reason you're coming is the fact that Abe asked, specifically."

Yes, my mother was bad… Well not bad but bad enough to get into some serious trouble with the law. She had her own business in ammunition and weaponry and had an alliance with the Mazur's. The Belikov's and the Mazur's. She was a great mother, but to see someone you love so much change from sweet to menacing in seconds is a little scary.

All I know is, this is going to be a long year.

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