"Ms. Garwood!" I hear one of my students scream on top of their lungs. "Ryder is ruining my hair!"

"Ryder, why would you do that to Annie?" I said in a stern voice. "And why aren't you in your seat? Don't make me take away one star from the chart."

I saw him taking out the hair tie from Annie's braid but stopped when he heard me. Just another day at work as a preschool teacher. Got to admit, these kids are really adorable and cute, but sometimes they can go wild on most days and I don't know how to handle them.

"I wasn't doing anything, Ms. Garwood." He innocently put his hands behind his back pretending he did nothing wrong. "I was just standing right here on the spot."

I shook my head and let out a sigh. "Apologize to Annie right now or I will have to let you spend snacks here inside and not at the playground." I walked towards the two and opened my hand out to Ryder to give me the hair tie, which he did after trying denying he had it a few times.

"I'm sorry." Ryder said to me, pouting his lips.

"Nu-uh, sweetie, don't apologize to me." I said softly, fixing Annie's hair. "Apologize to her." Right after I said that, Annie immediately stuck her tongue out at Ryder. "Hey, don't do that, Annie."

"Sorry, Ms. Garwood." She mumbled.

Just a typical day in life and I wouldn't trade for the world.

It is finally the end of the week, but I'm still sitting here in the faculty room checking the works of my pupils and doing their grades.

Being a teacher is quite a hard job and very rewarding at the same time. Never once in my life thought that I would become a preschool teacher now. I did go to college first as an English major and have always thought that I would either become a journalist or some office specialist. I guess some things just change. I found myself changing my major in my second year college in a need of change. I changed my major into Education and decided to make my minor in English.

I was quietly arranging all the homework papers, when I heard an ear-piercing scream.

"Callie! Callie! Callie! You'll never believe what just happened?!" Tracy, one of my friends here in and out of school, cried out. "I just got freaking tickets to see Jackson Cohen!"

I froze.

Millions of memories came rushing into my mind.

From happy moments to heartbreaking ones.

"Catch me, I think I'm going to faint!" She pushed herself against the wall, pretending like she was actually going to faint. "I put my sweat and blood into getting this ticket for his upcoming concert."

Concert? He was going to have a concert? Here in this town that he might have not even heard of?

Turning off the engine of my car, I arrived at home. I drew out a breath from how lonely the place is. This one story house has been my home ever since my mom and I moved here in the closing end of my freshmen year in college. This was my parents old house before they had me and switched towns.

My dad died when I was just six years old. He served time in the military and died in war. Even though he was away for most of my life, I couldn't have asked for a better dad than him. My mom was the best. Even though I was still very little, I remember her being so brokenhearted from the news that my dad passed away, but she was still such a strong woman and did her best to raise me to what I am now. Bad news struck when I was sixteen, we found out that mom had cancer. It was a hard time for both of us knowing that we only had each other left.

We moved back here to their old house and she got her treatment in this town. Instead of continuing in a big university, I enrolled myself in a community one after freshmen year to take better care of my mom. I didn't realize that the last moment we had together was the night when I graduated college and I even cooked for her and we fell asleep together on her hospital bed, holding each other.

I didn't realize that I was still in the car and I was crying until I tasted my tears a little. I just really missed them and I wish I could go back in time to be with them again. I might have some people in my life, but it can never fill that hole in my longing heart.

I am so lonely with my life.

Feeling restless from the day at work, I stepped inside my home and dropped myself on the couch. I closed my eyes and rested my arm to cover my eyes.

I was about to drift off to sleep, when I felt something squeezing itself beside me on the couch.

I took a look beside me, and it was my Persian white cat, Mr. Louie, staring at me with his big, bright, blue eyes. Under all of that grumpy expression is an adorable, affectionate cat who just likes his sleep and yarn.

"Hello, my love." I smiled at him, scratching his head. "Do you want me to do your daily brushing right now? Or did you get yourself in trouble again?"

There was this one time when I was at work when he had gotten out of the house and went on a little escapade on the neighbor's house. One of my neighbors is a family of four, and coincidentally their twelve year old daughter had a little hamster. After a busy day at work, the horror on my face when I saw Mr. Louise in the living room with a bloody carpet and a dead hamster in front of him. I went to my neighbor's and apologized and offered to buy a new hamster for the little girl.

He meowed in response before licking my face. I found this little rascal walking around the yard and found out that he escaped from the pound and I learned that he was not in the best condition and I took him in to take care of him until he was healthy.

"Okay, I'll just go and change and I will be back." I said, giving him a big kiss on his forehead before getting up to go to my room.