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" Ahhh, break time atlast!"

I sighed as I stretched my body.

Teaching was never my passion, but it was the easiest job I could think of, and enough to sustain my boring self. I could've gone with being an engineer, or an I.T but nah, its just a waste of energy. Besides, taking care of a bunch of nutheads and lecturing them about stuff they won't even need is pretty damn easy!

I sarcastically rolled my eyes as I thought of that to myself, checking my student's profiles for it to be easier to understand those nutjobs. After one or two papers, I came across a student with the name "Mei Dela Rosa".

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if she's a transfer student, when I saw her picture at the top of her profile paper, I realized she was an old student of mine 3 years ago, at the beginning of highschool, a quiet and dull student, she didn't recite nor did she participate in any extra curriculum, she submits her homeworks on time yet it seemed like she just appeared out of nowhere. After that year, I only see her face once in a while then later completely forgetting she even existed. She sometimes came to school with a hint of bruises, but she always claimed it was because of her stubbornness that her parents sometimes hit her for misbehaving. There was a time where I caught her after school with severe cuts, and her uniform slightly torn down, her hair so messy as if she was in a cat fight. I took her to my office for some interrogation, but she flat out said

"It was because of my stubbornness that I had gotten into this mess, please do not report nor tell anyone about it. What happens to me will be none of you or the school's fault."

and she left.

I felt sorry and wanted to help her, so, even if she said to not call her parents, I did. However, no one answered, so I went to their house instead, but then again, no one answered. I asked around about a child named Mei however no one came to know her. It was strange. I kept looking for answers and wanted to find a way to help her, but then she came the following day clean as hell, no bruises, no nothing. Then the next day, and another, until surprisingly, she attended school neatly and I never saw her in a state where she had bruises all over her again. She seemed fine so I stopped questioning, and left her be with the ordinary students of Saint Carmel High. Then again, she is my student-

"Jaime!!"

a woman screamed as I felt the slap of papers on my right cheek, breaking my little moment of reminiscing the uncanny behavior of a student.

"What!? "

I screamed back with the same frustration she gave.

"What the hell are you doing!? You're literally five minutes late to your next class! Stop zoning out at this time of the day you moron!"

Ahh.. Jasmine Marquez, my co-worker who's annoying as hell, though she does live up to her teacher model image, she is a real pain in the ass as a co-worker.

" Shit shit shit shit!!"

I quickly grabbed the stuff I need and ran out of the faculty and to the next class.