Today is the first day of school, and Mr. Lincoln's first day of work at the Royal Woods Highschool. Mr. Lincoln was a average sized man, age of 28 with well developed muscles making his body type ideal to most men and women, the perfect balance. He had snow white combed hair, with a little but sticking up in the back. His eyes a bright, caring yet intimidating, blue, in front of them were square metal framed glasses resting on his nose bridge. He had a strong and sharp jaw, with a thin frowning mouth which was filled with rows of perfect white teeth. He was wearing a red button up shirt, with a black vest, a black/white spiralled tie, black dress pants, and slip on dress shoes.

It was a warm 6 o'clock morning and Mr. Lincoln was already up and ready, eating a bowl of cereal in his spotless kitchen. He lived in a expensive yet simple home. One bedroom, One Bathroom home. Mr. Lincoln had never been one for love or any of that, self-proclaimed might I add, 'nonsense'. He had no time for such ridiculous things, work is what mattered. After finishing he thoroughly washed his dishes and headed to his room and grabbed a briefcase, coat, and car keys.

After doing so, he headed outside and walked to his blue sedan, a small but comfortable 4-door car. Like his house, it was spotless. He inserted the car keys and started up the ignition. Then he drove off of his paved driveway, onto a long country road. He had bought this house back in July and renovated it by himself, it was located on the outskirts of Royal Woods itself.

He proceeded down the road into town, just quickly enough to avoid the usual daily traffic. He drove up to the Highschool and parked in a reserved staff spot. He took the key out of the ignition before grabbing his suitcase and stepping out of his car, locking it up, and pocketing the key away. He then walked into the school, and went straight to his class, passing students without ever changing pace or direction like a natural force.

He arrived at his class, He was a renowned All-Skill Teacher across the state was asked to work here by the school for multiple subjects. which he just said "Yes" and nothing more. He was known to break even the toughest, most obnoxious students within the semester. But no one knew how, and the students could never explain it in words, well with that or didn't say anything at all. But his ability was undeniable. With Royal Woods district grades dropping, He was their one and only trump card.

He came into a room full of chattering, laughing, and arguing. He slowly walked to his desk, his foot steps echoing on the tile floor echoed which surprisingly caught some students attention. Many thought he was an old geezer but his young face with white hair confused them. He put his briefcase on the desk, opened it up and sat down. The first bell rang, signaling 1st period, English. But much to Mr. Lincoln's expectation, as he studied the wrist watch on his wrist, took exactly 5 minutes 37 seconds to quiet down to silence.

His frown deepened as his eyes hardened. The class sat in the silence confused. But if you listen carefully, you could hear a faint clicking, of someone typing on their phone. Mr. Lincoln stood again, and his voice was clear yet soothing and smooth like honey but with a hint of sternness. "Miss Loud, please put away your phone." A teenage girl with blonde hair in the back was looking down at her phone with a smug smile and was ignorantly typing away.

Mr. Lincoln cleared his throat, no response. He then made his way past rows of desks, and stood in front of the girl's. He looked down on her and slowly kneeled, and then tapped her shoulder. She looked up furiously "What do you w-" She stopped and quietly gasped, in her view was a young man was kneeling in front of her, looking with soft blue watery eyes, and sad pleading yet cute expression "U-um Miss Loud, can I ask you to put your phone away please?" He asked In a small voice. She felt her heart melt as she unconsciously turned off her phone mid-typing. He then gave her a adorable smile. "Thank you very much, I hope we don't have any more moment's like this, it would sadden me." The girl, Lori, just nodded her head with a blush as Mr. Lincoln stood and went back to the front, girls staring in adoration and guys in shock.

He began writing down the lesson and Lori found herself paying attention to every detail. By the end she had done everything he had asked, wrote everything he said, and more, as if in a trance. When it ended she slowly regained her usual composure and was utterly bewildered by this strange change in her. The bell rang and she stood and was about to try and confront him on this but he and his suitcase was gone and there was a different teacher. But the only justification of his presence was the rumors occasionally popping across the school of a new teacher.

Mr. Lincoln was now in a... Fashion Design class? Yes, that's what it was, all the girls were surprised such a cold looking man could do anything of the sort. He was surprisingly agile with his fingers and was well knowledgeable about this line of work. However at one point another blonde headed young lady, with longer hair and wearing a pair of white sunglasses in them, was chatting away with another girl. Lincoln looked at her softly and walked over to them, tapping the blonde's shoulder "Madame Leni, It is quit mean to interrupt my lessons." Leni towards him to say something but stopped. Like Lori, she too was swayed by his appearance and felt compelled to listen.

"Thank you Madame, Now please continue to pay attention so your grades are successful as your skills." He said politely before returning to the lesson, which Leni's mind, body, and heart focused on. By the time the class ended, he seemingly vanished, and Leni's ditzy personality returned as she too wondered why this had happened. The rumors only grew more as Mr. Lincoln passed by wordlessly, Heading to the next class, Band.

To Be Continued...