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The early morning starts did not agree with Ander. His eyes burned with lingering exhaustion, and he was having a particularly difficult time pulling himself together. But this was the life of a teacher in 13, and despite his burning desire to crawl back into bed and bury himself under his blankets, he had work to do. Or at least that’s what the schedule printed onto his left forearm said.
06:30 - Breakfast
07:00 - Prep
08:30 - Teaching period begins
15:00 - Teaching period ends
He had skipped breakfast; he usually does. It was hard for him to find an appetite so early in the morning, and he much preferred to spend that half hour getting some extra sleep than pushing around runny oatmeal in his bowl. Despite skipping breakfast however, and the fact that his quarters where closer to the school wing than the cafeteria was, Ander was still running behind.
In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter if he stuck to his exact schedule. At 07:00, he was sure that he would the only member of the teaching team on the wing. He had been informed that he’d have two new students on his roster. A sibling set — refugees from 9 who had arrived just a few days prior. He’d need to move some things around in his classroom to make space, pull things from the resource closet and put an order in with Necessities for some new supplies. But with no witnesses, there’d be no one to tattle on him for turning up late.
He was so caught up in creating his mental to-do list that he had missed the light coming from his classroom. It wasn’t until he stopped to unlock his door that Ander realized it was already propped open. The man paused at the threshold. Inside the room was a woman he wasn’t quite sure he recognized.
How strange. Ander took a second to think. Had they reassigned him? No, surely not. He would have received notice weeks ago so he’d have time to prepare and make adjustments to the curriculum. But then if he hadn’t been reassigned, who was this woman standing at his desk? And how had she gotten in, anyway? He could have sworn he locked the door when he had left yesterday afternoon.
Ander took a cautious step inside. “Good morning,” he said in a gentle voice. He didn’t want to startle the poor girl, just figure out what he hell she was doing in his classroom. “Can I— I'm sorry, did you need something?"
