Click. Â Click. Â Click. Â The obnoxious bell rang. Â Click. Â Doors closed. Â Click. Â Click. Â A locker slammed. Â Click. Â Click. Heels against tiled floor as a stern woman made her way down what should have been a deserted hall. Â Eyes narrowed at a student, another freshman who still hadn't learned their way around yet. Â What was the name...
"Miyako. Â You belong in Biology. Â I do believe that's upstairs. Â I suggest you move." Â The freshman nodded her head vehemently, and scurried off. Â It was only nine in the morning, and she needed a drink already. Â Click. Â Click. Â Click. Â Students were settling into their seats, and teachers were beginning their lectures. Â It was almost just as it should be.
She made her way to the detention room, already knowing what she would find there. Â She had assigned him to in-school-suspension for three days after his last stunt. Â Of course, neither of them had mentioned how no notice had been sent home to his parents. Â Click. Â Click. Â Cli- it stopped as she passed from the tiled floor onto thin carpet. Â And there he was, reclining at one of the half a dozen desks that filled the room.
"Aztook..." Â She sounded aggrivated. Â This was a double-edged sword that she balanced upon. Â He was getting more brash. Â Trying to draw her attention. Â She should have been curving this behaviour. Â Assigning actual detentions, giving actual punishment for his crimes. Â But where was the fun in that?