...and that's the bell, again,
and again...and now, lunch.
A lost track of time.
Usually the kids are lined up 5 minutes before the bell. However, sometimes things can end up going into a different direction.
Engagement in-between worlds; that is mines, and theirs.
The students scurry up from their hypnotizing state of the creative projects.
Heading to their homerooms, to be taken down to the cafe.
"Hey guys, you can leave your work on the desks. I'll put them up for next time. "
One of the students, Cashmere hurrying to grab her items from the desk, but staying behind abit, " Okay, thanks. See you Ms. Ali".
With a smile, in response, "You're welcome. Enjoy your break.
What a day.
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The dark, gloomy two-stalled bathroom lit up from a linear blade of sunlight radiating through the high windows that lined the wall facing the exit door. The stalls opened horizontally, opposing a plain white brick wall.
Hidden behind the side partition, she stood—an above-average height figure, closer to 5'9" than six feet. Her silhouette blended into semi-long autumn-colored hair, layers of brown, orange, and burgundy threaded with glimpses of black peeking out along the top from crown.
In the simple stare of her reflection, large almond-shaped brown eyes looked back, framed by naturally medium-length lashes given a single brush of mascara. A light touch of sparkle contour sharpened her slightly inverted-triangle face along the jawline.
The mochy light highlighted the rich tawny warmth of her skin—a perfect marriage of maple syrup and pure vanilla cream.
Her focus lingered on the side part that always drifted into her face. With a quiet motion, she began cornrowing that section toward the back instead.
10 Minutes has already past on break.
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The spinach oozes out of the ravioli of the evol' portabella, that just seems to make its way on those monthly shopping. Accompanying, a pear along with a iced Lipton tea.
A mouse trap or two, lined the corner cabinets of the Ergonomic styled room.
Two teachers sat, discussing happenings in their family life, and a few bugs that's going around. A few in, and outs - for bathroom, or heating up food. The atmosphere seemingly settled, but lacking comfort -such as, a timed moment, cut in half.
10 Minutes left; 3 to get these kids from downstairs and 7 to finish the food. A smile disconcerts the embodiment of a phone, next to a pear.
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After picking up the kids, one more class might have to be covered... if not, its time to go.
At the front desk stood a young, pale woman with a sleek chin-length bob. The cool fluorescent lights washed over her fair skin as she looked up from her paperwork.
“Hey Miss Ali,” the woman said warmly.
She flipped through a few sheets, clicked across the computer screen, then nodded. “No other classrooms need coverage right now. You’re free to go. Your class will head down with the other homeroom.” She offered a small smile. “Have a good weekend. And keep an eye out for any assignments for next week so I can slot you into the same classroom again.”
“Okay, no problem. Thanks,” Ali replied, returning the smile. “Have a good weekend.”