Constance found her cat hiding under the rose bush in the front yard, his collar had gotten snagged on the thorns. "Cass what am I going to do with you?" she asked with a slight shake of the head. Unsnagging Cassius was the easy part; the hard part was leaving him home. She had been half tempted to slip him into her back pack. "Bye Cass!" She called as she shut the front door behind her and quickly ran to her car. The sound of a car horn got her attention and she waved to the car full of kids next door. A familiar dark haired boy peered out of the window; his hand was waving frantically at her as a large smile appeared on his face. She waved back before pulling out of her drive way. Leave it to Constance to be late to her first day on the job!

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Eric grinned as he turned back around in his seat once they were out of the drive way. "Hey Ana...did you know the neighbor has a cat?" he asked his sister. The little girl adored cats but they could never own one. Ana's face lit up at the mention of a cat. Charlie's brows rose to his hair line. "How do you know the neighbor has a cat?" he questioned his brother.

Eric shrugged "This morning when I was getting the paper Constance asked if I had seen her cat." Eric assumed that it was alright to call the woman by her first name since she hadn't mentioned anything about being called a miss. "I dunno if he's an outdoor cat but she seemed to be really busy looking for him....Hey dad can we get a cat?"

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Arriving at school late wasn't the best thing for Constance. She quickly parked her car and grabbed her backpack before bolting to her classroom. The woman wasn't the typical teacher either - she was more laid back and a bit...unconventional. She had almost knocked down a few students in her hurry. Her classroom had been prepared over the weekend and it gave her some time to think of a seating chart for her students just until she could learn their names. Although it was the beginning of the school year Constance was still behind on the lesson plans and such. She frowned as she re-read the syllabus of the last teacher. Crumpling her copy and tossing it in the trashcan the woman sighed before writing on the whiteboard as a few students began to filter into the room. 

She wrote quickly before turning around and asking for the names of the students. They were quite surprised to find a new teacher it seemed.