Post by Loner。 on Aug 25, 2017 20:35:12 GMT
❖ PETER
A new day came hand in hand with a new job as the lanky millennial stepped from the taxi he'd paid to give him a ride here and onto the mosaic walkway that lead up to the educational complex.
The janitors must have been working hard to prepare the place for the students some of whom would start classes as early as next week, for everything was cleaner than it had been at the end of the previous year.
The school grounds would have been a perfect sight if there a were a sunny day but instead the sky was overcast and gloomy. The wind caught the young man's light weight silvery curls and tossed them about. The air was chill and moist. It felt like rain.
He quickened his pace to a trot, hoping to get inside before he got caught in a downpour of ashen raindrops.
The heavens remained sealed as the young adult made his way through the doors of the main building and into the halls.
Inside there was a detector built into the walls and a security guard to do a quick body scan. Peter knew this drill. They did it all the time at schools these days, making sure you had no weapons and no magic after today he wouldn't need to be checked. He'd be able to go through the staff entrance with a staff key.
Some kids were mulling about too. If not for peter's slight beard of brown but greying stubble he might have looked their age. He was even smaller than some of them. These must be some of the S.A.T seniors he'd been told about. Apparently the special students started classes earlier than the rest of the student body. Peter was glad he wasn't going to be working with most of them. Some of them looked like they wouldn't respect a tall but relatively little guy who was just out of college.
Still he greeted "morning." Dipping his head in greeting as he strode past.
He had one small meeting to go to upstairs and then he'd get ready for his first day of teaching.
But then in the hall was a thing he'd overlooked. One of the janitors had left out a bucket. The spindly new teacher tripped on the rim, nearly faceplanting on the floor along with knocking it over.
Oops.
