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||01|| ''Hi, Miss Moreau,''

This will start around the beginning of Season 2, TVD. Xx

Enjoy x

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''Mom! I need a pen!''

I frantically rummaged through one of our kitchen drawers where we usually kept pens, notepads and such – and I couldn't find a single one. I groaned. I was late for school. Not that I went to school – I sometimes filled in as a substitute. I'd graduated two years ago, facing my crushed dreams of going to university and going straight to working at the Grill to help support my mother and I. Sometimes Mystic Falls High called me to fill in for some of their teachers since they knew that I was both reliable and versatile.

''Mom!'' I yelled, my stress emanating in frustration.

I heard her rushed steps and seconds later she appeared in the doorway with a pen in hand.

''Will this do?'' I nodded and pretty much snatched it out of her hand. ''This isn't like you, Evangeline.''

''I know,'' I answered shortly. ''I didn't get much sleep last night.''

My mother put a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, frowning. ''Do you want to talk about it?''

I shook my head and threw everything I needed food-wise into my bag. ''I'm late.''

I gave her a quick hug. ''See you later.'' I waved at her and hurried out to my bike.

We did have a car, it's just that my mother needed it for work on some days. She was a nurse at the hospital here in Mystic Falls, a profession which came with a lot of overtime and many night shifts. We didn't always get to see much of each other these days, since I juggled working at school and taking as many evening shifts at the Grill as I could.

Substituting was fun, usually. Since I was only a couple of years older than most of the students, and we'd all grown up in the same town, it felt awkward on my part from time to time. But I did my best, and I was getting better at it. The class I usually had was English, sometimes history, so I was comfortable around most of the English students. Today, though, it was my first time getting to hold a French class. Me speaking French was the result of my high school education. I always had a knack for languages, so I didn't really have a problem substituting in the subject, even though I wasn't a hundred percent fluent.

When I'd made it to school, and gotten all the materials I needed from the teachers office, I quickly headed over to the classroom. I had French first, and to be honest? I was really, really nervous. Opening the door, I found most of the class already seated. Surprisingly.

''Bonjour!'' I smiled at the students, hoping it didn't look too strained. Or that I looked stuck up. Or something – I pretty much ran every possible scenario I could think of through my head. ''Comment-allez vous?''

Those who didn't just stare at me, stared at their phones. And I didn't get any response. I sighed inwardly, and sure hoped I would fare better in my upcoming English class. There was nothing so exhausting as trying to get a class to wake up.

I had two different French classes before lunch, and one English class after. Thankfully, it was a group of students that I'd had many times before.

''Hello everyone,'' I gave them a smile as I entered, covering up my tiredness. At least, I hoped it would. I gave the class a look over. Most of them seemed to be here.

''Hi, Miss Moreau,'' the same greeting spread across the room.

''So, obviously, Mrs. Cooper has been elsewhere detained,'' I stated, dumping my folders and books on the desk with a thud. ''I'm going to take over this class for the coming month, just so you know.''