nervous much? {open}

[Peter Bishop]

Mr. Brent. Thats what his students would refer to him now. It was the first day of school, just before first period. Andy had his plans, and everything he needed to carry them out. He looked over his plan sheet over and over, making sure thta it is fullproof, and that nothing the students would ask would completely throw him off.

Brent sighed and took a small sip of his coffee. His classroom wasn't exactly 'decorated' yet. It was completely bare, except for the desks, and the whiteboard. Andy had no idea when the whole 'whiteboard revolution' had happened, but he thought that it was a lot easier to write on one.

The bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom, which had been extended that day so the students had gotten all of the school essentials they needed. Andy didn't have a homeroom because he was new and the school didn't think that new teachers should have homerooms. He couldn't understand why, maybe if he had a homeroom he wouldn't be as nervous.

He didn't know what the day had in store for him, all he knew was that he would be teaching a ton of teenagers who had super powers. How fun.