Chapter 3: Ms. Lorin

[Before the year 30432 there was a once society where uniqueness in humans were either pushed up a high pedestal or thrown to the ground and trampled over. A society restricted, by their narrow minded experiences as well as the prejudice that was not properly fixed even before their doom...] 

-excerpt from Zaldir Gimoir's "An Limited Record of Humanity" 

Year 2028

[ the before origin of star day] 

"Blue skies has always been the special characteristic of the earth. That is, before photographs of neptune and uranus's beautiful blue skies were sent back to earth." 

the one talking was an well dressed woman, who if not for her sitting posture, would have been described as elegant. 

 

She took a quick glance at the bowed heads and sprawled bodies on the desks before continuing. 

"It was probably then when the our ancestors trying to play their hand at being creators realized their blue skies, their own creations as well as their own intellect only furthered to prove their loneliness " 

 

She suddenly sat up. Spine straightened with her right leg neatly resting atop of her left, she continued... 

"in the photos, they captured no signs of life, no signs of life that had existed nor any clues as to how, if maybe, life could be created ther-" 

Before she could finish, the rambunctious sounds of a commotion outside drew all the attention of her sleepy students towards the two small windows near the back. 

Annoyed at the disturbance, she stands up from her beanbag. Not noticing as the book she once had in her lap fell to the ground. her heels click-clacking as they nimbly avoid messy desks, chairs, pencils and other miscellaneous obstacles, moving towards windows. 

The outside situation becomes clear as day once she poked her head out. An elaborate display of flowers was on the field, and it seemed to have been created for the purpose of an confession.

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confetti scraps and flower petals lie in every corner of the field, except for the  grassy area. Perhaps the young lad who designed the display realized how much of a headache it would be for the janitors to clean up that particular spot and took pity on them.

the young teacher had half her body sticking out the window, long hair fluttering as she locked her eyes on the two youths standing in the middle of the field. One hand resting on her hips while the other was  unhurriedly tapping on the edge of the window. She observed the two girls with a expression of amusement as well as exasperation of her class being disrupted. One was holding flowers in her hands, blushingly stammering out tacky pickup lines that have long gone out of style since a decade ago. Whilst the other stood still hands stuck in her pockets, waiting for the other to finish. 

The arms of the girl holding flowers had started to shake from nervousness before the taller youth opened her mouth. 

Due to the distance, all the young teacher and her students could hear was a voice filled with tenderness calling out "idiot". The taller youth then took advantage of her shocked confesser to wrap her up in a bear hug. Leaning down to whisper something into the girl in her arms the youth eventually picked her up and walked away. 

Seeing as the fun was over, the students and teachers all went back to their own businesses and away from the window. 

"tch" 

the young teacher sighed, about the boldness of youth these days then slowly ambled back to her beanbag,cursing as she nearly tripping over her forgotten book. 

Laughter fills the classroom as the young teacher unhurriedly grabs onto the rickety desk next to her. 

" Ah, it seems that you bunch do know what eyes are used for", she sighed. Slowly plopping down onto the beanbag, while her slender hands flipped through the book that was once again nestled back on her lap. 

"The moment I start teaching, you all start to sleep, what will it take me for you guys to listen?" 

Glancing up at the perplexed eyes of her students, she chuckled in amusement. "I'm here to be your mentor, not to bore you to death with this textbook. Nor to pile on tons of homework on you, for the matter." 

Slowly standing up with a timidity that contrasted sharply with his height. A male student opened his mouth to retort, "Then, to  your question why teach from the textbook at all?" 

Authors note: the two girls are actually a side story I wanna write after this one is over. it's tentatively titled "A Guide on How to Make A Capricorn fall in love with a Sagittarius". Obviously the sagatarius is the one holding flowers and confessing while the tall big sis type love interest capricorn had long planned to slowly lead the cute dummy sagatarius to confess~ 

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