"She was born for greatness, that one."

Pocahontas' fingers with the dried paint that never seemed to wash off her fingers, tapped against her coffee as she stifled a yawn.

"How late were you out last night?" Hana's best friend, and fellow college, Grace Hunter chuckled as she sat in the seat across from the Smith woman.

Hana blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she glanced up towards the blonde, "Not too late, I promise."

The disbelief on Grace's face made Hana grimace before yawning, "Okay, okay, I may have stayed up until two this morning finishing off an art piece that I started yesterday."

"Oh, Hana," Grace shook her head as her own hands held her own coffee, "What are we going to do with you?"

Hana chuckled nervously, taking a quick sip of her drink, "Love me?" She smiled awkwardly.

Grace sighed, "If you fall asleep while teaching today, I'm not coming to save you from your year twelves this time," she told the woman in front of her.

"Noted," Hana smiled, bobbing her head in understanding, "Sorry for making you worry."

Grace ran a hand down her face, "Just hurry up, school starts in an hour and a half, and we're supposed to be there an hour beforehand."

Hana's eyes widened, "Oh, my god," she muttered before finishing her breakfast in front of her quickly, then the two women left the small cafe that belonged to the Sanderson's.

"If we're late, I'm blaming this on you," Grace hissed at Hana as they sped towards their cars.

Hana grinned, taking it in stride, "Of course, Grace. It's only fair."

Grace groaned under her breath, "I still can't believe how nice you are. You teach unwilling teens art for god's sake!"

Hana merely smiled as she reached her car, and slid into the driver's seat, inserting the key into the ignition and started up her car.

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"Good morning, Ms Smith," was the first thing Hana heard when she entered her classroom.

Pocahontas blinked in surprise when she saw all of her year twelves sitting in their designated seating plan.

"Good morning," Hana smiled as she set her bag down beside her desk, before turning to look at all of the year twelves suspiciously, "What's the special occasion?"

Hana was surprised to hear Roxanne "Roxie" Ritchie speak up, "Nothing, we just wanted to show our appreciation for you teaching us how to be better in art."

Hana smiled, she had been watching as the girl separated herself from her "popular" friends after she had dumped Vince, "Thank you. But I assure you it's not necessary," she assured them.

"It's fine, Ms," Peter Richardson waved off with a grin, "Just get to the art already!" He said with a teasing grin.

Hana shook her head at the "unwilling" teens, "Alright. Since you all finished your paintings last week, how about we do some carvings this week?"

A quick class vote, and the majority won in favour of Hana's idea.

Hana couldn't help but grin happily as she started teaching, or it was more of explaining how they were to do the task.

Despite what the kids want everyone else to know, they truly enjoyed her classes. Even the bullies or the introverts. And she was proud of them.

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"Did you want help with that?" Hana asked her fellow college(and friend) Maximus, or as he prefered to be called "Max", Holland.

The maths teacher smiled at the sight of her, well, as much as he could see from behind the massive stack of papers in his arms, "That would be bloody fantastic, Hana, please."

Hana laughed as she quickly took the top half of the papers, "Hard morning?" She asked, smiling, as they walked towards the staffroom.

"You have no idea," Max shook his head, bags under his eyes, "I swear the rascals want to kill me."

Hana laughed lightly, "Maybe you should make your classes more exciting," she suggested.

Max rolled his eyes, "I do try," he insisted, "the kids just never seem to want to do anything in my classes."

Hana raised an eyebrow, "Did you want me to try help?" A small smile settled on her lips.

"If you want," Max sighed in defeat, "I give up."

Hana chuckled as she opened the staffroom door for them, "You shouldn't give up so easily, Max. That's how they get to you."

Max scrunched up his face in thought before sighing as they placed the paper piles onto their usual table, "Well, if the kids are trying to send me the message to either make it more fun, or to give them less work, it's working," he mumbled as he scowled at the homework he had to mark.

Hana chuckled as Grace thumped down in her seat beside the two with a groan, "Why do kids want to kill us, teachers?"

Hana rolled her eyes as she stood up and grabbed a coffee quickly, "The kids are darling angels," She said as she sat back down again.

Both of her friends stared at her with horrified looks on their faces, "Well, maybe not to you," Hana muttered awkwardly.

Grace groaned again, "Bitch, how do you get them to be "darling angels"," she asked the art teacher.

Hana shrugged with a small smile as she sipped at her coffee, "Just lucky I guess."

Max and Grace deadpanned at her, "Seriously?" They both asked her, causing Hana to giggle at them.

"Seriously," Hana grinned at them, making them both sigh at her.

Here's chapter one.

Grace is such a bitch(in a good way), Max is actually based off my Maths teacher, and Hana is a sweetheart. What a trio.

Hana is pronouced like Ha-na. The Maori ā(a long A).

What do you think of this new idea?

Hope you enjoyed.
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