A small glimpse...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛Zofia always fashioned herself to be a professional. Be it being a bartender or being a good wife and boss, the Russian immigrant will always give her all in being effective and polite; even when in the presence of her husband and close friends. She can shed this mask during proper times of vulnerability, of course; especially when alcohol is involved. But to everyone else, she would always be Zofia, the professional bartender working at the Sun and Moon; always ready to lend an ear to anyone's problems with full confidentiality...
Time moves forward...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛"And for this adverb, the correct usage would be as displayed on the board."It has been two days since Heather had last seen Alexa. Liz had promised that she'd give her updates in regards to her progress, but so far, there was no news surrounding her currently missing friend. The redhead had managed to function properly yesterday; promptly doing what was required of her as a teacher for her students. But she knew it was only a mat
"I thought you guys hated me..."Dried tears obscured Heather's glasses as she found herself with her knees raised up on her chin; sitting down on the tiled floor of the ladies' restroom without a care for her now partly wet uniform. Beside her, the young student leaned on her left side; resting her head on the teacher's arm as they sat in their shared catharsis. The older redhead knew that they should be heading back to their designated classroom to finish her current lesson. But seeing the state of her young charge resting by her side, she didn't have the heart to do so anymore.Might as well take a break. She could always speed through a few of the easier lessons anyway. Charlie was getting worried.Ever since Wednesday, Ms. Littman had been acting strange; absently responding to questions, forgetting which part of the lesson they were in, and just like half an hour ago, seemingly daydreaming when she wasn't saying something to her class. Their teacher also never entertained their questions as much as before, as if she was actively trying not to speak to them too much. The young boy's thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Ms. Dabachach, and the fact that they hadn't apologized to their beloved homeroom teacher yet."We should've apologized sooner..." the de facto leader of Class 5-B sighed to himself. Time moves forward...⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛"What happened?"Lina couldn't help but sigh as Charlie asked her the burning question just before she could leave their classroom. Not that it was a sore topic, but the redhead believed in the sanctity of girl talk. Her older sister had taught her that heartfelt conversations between two girls should be kept secret from boys, no matter how close she was to the boy in question.Besides, her classmates didn't need to know what their beloved homeroom teacher thought about them during those brief moments.& Exactly as Lina had predicted, Charlie took it hard."W-What?"The redhead held a frown as she watched the boy in front of her pace nervously around the small patch of rooftop that they were currently at. It was to be expected. She had seen how Charlie looked at Ms. Red at times; her nominal leader always gazing at their teacher with rapt attention despite himself not caring all that much with the other teachers. While she was no better when it came to idolizing their favorite teacher, her classmate seemed to think that their Ms. Red was some kind of perfect icon; someone capable of no wrongdoing or mistakes when it came to the welfare of them and her other students. "LINA!"*SCREECH!!*Charlie screamed as the black car tried its best to swerve around his nominal best friend's location. Thankfully, the driver succeeded as the tires skidded across the pavement in their attempt to avoid hitting the surprised girl and possibly end her life.*SCREECH!!*Watching as the car veered off its natural course, the young boy anxiously waited for the speeding vehicle to quickly pass on by before rushing to Lina's aid."Lina!" Charlie hurriedly exclaimed, putting both of his hands to her shoulders as he tried to pull her out of the street. "C'mon! Let's go!"The girl stood stock still, her irises wide open as if she had seen her life flash before her eyes. Her breathing was light and shallow, and she seemed to be unresponsive to anything t "Just by the boundary of Saint August, Mister~"This was a really bad idea.The young girl fastened her seat belt as the car that almost hit her moved forward, now serving as her metal chariot towards whatever destination their driver might want to travel to. Lina knew that what she just did was way out of her common sense's better judgment. If her sister ever saw her now, she'd probably make her eat another batch of leftover hell-wings.With a lurch, the two children plus one adult took off into the dim Nancaan night; the faint hum of the car's revving engine providing an eerie sense of comfort, as the light from what few street lights that littered the streets filtered through their tinted glass window."Hey," Lina turned to her nervous seatmate, his whispers a reminder of their current chauffeur's shady vibe. "I don't think-"The redhead placed a shaky finger on her nominal leader's trembling lips while gesturing with the other to zip her own mouth. It was too quiet to talk even in The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer XI.III Simmering Agitation
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