A/N: This little fic bothered me since a five days, blocking the writing of my other fictions on FF.net and AFF.net...
I don't think that there will be much action here in the first chapter, but I can promise you that it will be interesting. And I also want to tell everyone that this fic is only fictional and not based on reality in any sort of way, even if I need sometimes to wonder where my fantasy get all those twisted ideas...
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It all started as a normal day. The sun was just waking up over Cambridge, lighting the dark streets of the city.
In one apartment one alarm clock screamed angrily to his owner to wake up. A soft growl could be heard from under the deep purple blanket in the king-sized bed and a pale hand stuck out of it and pulled the clock under the blanket. There was silence for a five moments but suddenly there was a shocked yelp and the blanket landed on the floor.
The blond woman hurriedly dashed to her closet and then run in the bathroom, slamming the door shut. After taking a quick shower, brushing her hair and getting changed the young woman grabbed a toast and run out of her rather big apartment, down the stairs and to her car and begun to drive.
"This is so not my day..." she said while driving.
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After a ride of half one hour, she was a bit happy that she lived so close, she finally reached the impressive and most of all ancient university in which she got a job as a science teacher. 'And I'm already late on my first day. ' she thought sighing.
After a little searching she found the office of the director and knocked. She waited there for a minute when she heard a deep masculine voice tell her to come inside. After taking a deep breath she walked in.
"Good Morning, Mr. Jenkins I'm incredibly sorry for being late already on my first day." she said bowing to the principal who smiled at her kindly.
"You really don't need to worry about that." he said as he stood up. The man was 69,69 inches tall and probably in his late fifties; his once dark brown hair showed some gray already. His brown eyes held much firmness in them, but also warmth. "Well then in the name of the Cambridge University, welcome Doctor Tandren." he said while shaking the woman's hand.
Doctor Samantha Tandren was a weary talented young woman with azure blue eyes, pale skin and long golden blond hair; she was something what you would call a genius. Well having two Harvard teachers as parents helped the fact very much. Even in her youth was Samantha one to learn things rather fast, but because of her intelligence most children her age didn't want to be near her. Now was she twenty three and the situation didn't change much, she had problems with understanding people.