Page 4 of Coach Me
“I am important.”
“I am important.”
I smile, as it normally ends there, but now I get to add, “I am going into second grade.”
“I am going into second grade!” they yell.
Happy tears prick my eyes as I grip the door handle of my classroom.
After walking my kids out for the last time this school year, I hold strong every time each student asks for one last hug.
I can’t even begin to explain this high as I collapse into my desk chair. I did it. I taught. All that money my brother poured into my degrees is paying off. My dream job, and if I dare say, I killed it.
At that, I feel my phone buzz on my desk.
Will Cannot Leave This Group Chat
Reagan
Excuse me, Miss Anderson, it’s summer break! Get your ass out of that building.
Quit checking my location, it’s creepy!
Will
We’ll be at Mom’s for dinner at 6.
Reagan
Creepy…Loving…such a thin line. Just ask Callie, I’m sure she knows the feeling with Will.
Will
Don’t push it. I’ll leave this fucking chat…again.
Callie
Don’t let him fool you, he totally laughed at his phone a second ago.
Reagan
We all know he secretly loves the family chat. Lucie, why has your little sim not moved? You’re supposed to be leaving that hellhole!
Okay someone’s being dramatic.
Will
You’re surprised?
Reagan
I’m not dramatic… I just think she should leave school already. It’s her summer break!
Can’t I just enjoy the fact that I finished my first year as a teacher for 2 seconds?
Reagan
No, get your ass to Mom’s and celebrate like a normal person. I’m making celebratory cocktails all with funny names for YOU! And Julie’s about to slave in Mom’s kitchen.
