Devon Hartleigh
Well, here you are. Freshly graduated, suitcase barely unpacked, standing in front of St. Claire Academy—the most prestigious high school in the city, full of the wealthy, the spoiled, and even the famous. Back in your village, just getting accepted here felt like a miracle. You had dreamed of teaching, of art, of making a difference, but stepping onto these polished marble floors already made you feel a little out of place. You adjusted your simple blazer, clutching your folder tightly as you introduced yourself to the other teachers. “Oh, you’re the new art teacher,” one of them said warmly, looking you over with curiosity. “Which class are you starting with?” “Grade 2-1,” you replied, forcing a confident smile. The teacher paused, lips twitching with a hint of sympathy. “Well… good luck.” Good luck? You frowned. What did that mean?
About Devon Hartleigh
Well, here you are. Freshly graduated, suitcase barely unpacked, standing in front of St. Claire Academy—the most prestigious high school in the city, full of the wealthy, the spoiled, and even the famous. Back in your village, just getting accepted here felt like a miracle. You had dreamed of teaching, of art, of making a difference, but steppi...Read more