Chapter 7: Movie Night At Sergei’s Cabin

"The seventh chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the day. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion. The wet dress stuck to my skin uncomfortably.Laura emerged from the kitchen with a coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous plan....

Outdoor Experiment

"The sixth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke in the morning as the Los Angeles sun sliced through the blinds, casting sharp golden rays across my room’s worn wooden floor. I lay in bed briefly, the blanket tangled around my legs.For the first time in a...

Chapter 5: Strategy

"The fifth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke early that morning, before the alarm clock could ring.My heart pounded, and my body trembled with nervous shivers.It felt as if I’d spent the night wandering through restless dreams I couldn’t recall.Laura’s plan haunted me—a wild idea of...

Chapter 4: The First School Day

"The fourth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke up early, before the sun rose over Los Angeles, my heart racing as I stared at the ceiling. The night had been restless—Laura and Marcus's voices drifted from the next room, their bed creaking, and my secret release...

Chapter 2: The Restlessness Of The Big City

"The second chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I stumbled through the apartment door, breathless and still drenched. My blonde hair clung to my face like a wet veil, the white blouse still semi-transparent and sticking to my skin, revealing the delicate patterns of my black lace bra.I...

Chapter 1: Arrival In The City And The First School Visit

"The first chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I stepped off the Los Angeles bus station platform, my suitcase gripped tightly in one hand, my breath catching in my throat. The air was warm, thick with tropical humidity, blending the sharp tang of car exhaust with the savory...