"Well?" Heather reiterated, more like challenged, her intrepid class as she lazily waited for their first move. They all danced around the teacher's sidelines; as if waiting for the first one to dare and ask their irate homeroom teacher a question. The tension was palpable; something that the redhead never thought would happen in her classroom setting. At this point, she might as well call it a day and get them to take the quiz already. There's no- "Uhmm..." The awkward silence was broken as a meek voice from behind the gaggle of students spoke up. Heather raised her head up in curiosity; trying to find the girl

Cutting through the hallways, Heather eventually made her way towards the P.A. room on the other side of the building. All the while, some of her students from the other classes took a passing glance at her striding form. She could see the fear in some of her students; wondering just how far could they push their lovable teacher before she stops being her usual nice and approachable Ms. Littman. She prayed to high heavens that it would never happen. After just a few minutes of walking, the redhead eventually reached her destination. The P.A. room was the school's primary way of disseminating information throughou

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