Lyca was thinking of going back to class but her target had made an appearance. Mr. T was walking right past the gym doors only a few meters away. No time for the door. If he spots me, he's gonna run. (This actually happened the one time she'd seen him exiting the school gates.) Backing up a couple steps Lyca rushed forward and jumped over the window sill. She landed on soft grass thanking fashion for free flowing skirts and God since the area here wasn't a garden project and she didn't inadvertently destroy someone's grades.

Unfortunately her jump was heard. Mr. T stared at his student teacher, who stared straight back. Shit! Mr. T was running and heading for the gates. "Stop!" Lyca cursed her belongings. If she didn't have to be careful with them, she'd have outrun the teacher already. Damn! He's getting away! Not caring if the wind was lifting her skirt to her just above the knees. She was a born runner, no way in hell was an escapist teacher getting away from her.

Hell seemed to take affront. It got in the way care of the principal's cats running in front of her and with their claws outstretched. Mr. T had turned the corner on the gate and Lyca just knew she'd lost him when the bell rang. A crowd of University students were already going past the gate. Why the hell was the high school's canteen much better than theirs. Mt. T was surely lost in the crowd.

Growling at the cats, she engaged in a hissing match with them before she remembered her students. Crap. She hadn't realized so much time had passed since this morning. Running back to her building, she jumped over the sill again and didn't notice her fellow faculty and student alike staring as she ran for her room.

She slid to a stop before her classroom door. She'd just made it, the second bell still hadn't rang. Opening the door, she walked in and held chaos before her. "What," she paused, "is going on?" An older student seemed to have been chatting up with some girls while hugging Ren. Seth was eating food and the rest of the class were seated here and there, the chairs all in array and facing wherever.

"Anna, the papers." Anna quickly brought them forward and ran back to her seat. "You, fix the tables. None of you are leaving the room till your chairs are fixed and lined straight." Lyca felt the stares. She turned her back to them and fixed their quiz papers neatly. Lyca stopped the motion. She was wondering where the hell that last comment came from and now she was fixing the papers a little too neatly. Telling them to straighten the seats was just fine but ordering them to line them up straight? What was she, a neat freak? She never cared before. Lyca snapped out of her pondering when the second bell rang. Morning period was officially over and thus so was her duties. History was her only subject anyway, English was in the for the afternoon. Ignoring the students, Lyca walked out and headed for the canteen. I'm hungry.

Back in the room, the class had paused in their motions. Ms. Ashvrn, their student teacher of a questionable sadistic personality, had just walked out of class without giving them homework.

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