How an unseen beauty hinders your sight until you realize the shock that this beauty have always been blossoming without you realizing it. I smiled placing down the gun from my hands into a silver box sealing it forever. Well, I guess I will never need you again. I thought as I placed the box above my closet. Well, it might have been a hard life I guess, but the newer, the better.
   Looking at the clock hanged on the grey wall of my room. 9:54 pm. Nice. As I thought, it might be a late beginning too since I was late for my bedtime. I had to sleep early to wake up early for tomorrow's first teaching day for me. Well, nothing is too late or at least this is what life has taught me. I climbed onto bed pulling the smooth sheets over me as I gazed at the dark sky from the open window. I have always felt safer when leaving the window open. Unlike other people who think of it as an attraction for burglars and kidnappers. However, my courage is enough to keep the window open while sleeping; who would ever dare to enter my room while I'm sleeping? I'd be ready to snap their necks afterwards! What I admired mostly is the cool breeze coming in my room through the open window. It's what have actually made me always drift into sleep; I have always been raised on the cool breeze and wind in my environment, and I cannot sleep without such an environment. It seems that it has become a habit. Staring at the bright stars twinkling in the dark sky, I have always thought of it as a good sign for tomorrow. The presence of many stars has always gave me hope to live on and pursuit my goals. Thinking and gazing have actually made me drift into sleep a minute after an other. Soon enough, my eyelids started shutting as I immediately fell asleep relaxed and happier than ever.
The bright sun illuminated throughout the windows into my room, it seems like a blade of beam penetrating through my eyelids to my eyes followed by a piercing ring of the alarm beside me. It have always been so loud and will always be. The good part was that it was a proof that I haven't died yet in my sleep and the bad part is that it makes my head throb for hours. Well, what shall I do? I moved from bed in my usual clumsy posture looking at my reflection in the mirror. My long red hair looked miserable and tangled and my eyes seemed to look sleepy. Going to the washroom, washing my face, and brushing my hair, I prepared a cup of coffee as I set it on the brown wooden table to cool down as I dressed up.
   After finishing my day's preparation, my blue eyes glittered as I took a glance at myself in the mirror: A white blouse and a short black skirt was what I was wearing. I sat on the table grabbing my cup of coffee as it's freshening aroma entered my nostrils. I didn't like eating breakfast, it have always made me feel not fine. A cup of coffee was my energizer and source of survival in the day until lunchtime. I took in a sip after an other until I was done from drinking my cup.
   After what seemed like an hour, I grabbed my black handbag and went out of the house locking the door behind me and from here, my journey started. It was a long way from my home to school. My home was located in a silent area not inhabited with too much people, so it was a long way in addition to the car I hired to be looking more prestigious since I have always ridden a motorcycle. Arriving at the gates of school, I took my first steps in, greeted by the teachers of the staff. I entered the staff room which was quite large and comfortable as well as it was full of many desks, but that was what have brought in confusion about my seat that was supposed to be mine.
   I suddenly felt a hand grabbing my left shoulder gently, I was immediately alerted since it was my first time to have a physical contact in such a sympathetic way. I turned around seeing a man with wavy mid-lenghted brown hair giving me a welcoming smile, "Oh sorry if I intruded your privacy." The man had such a vibrant aura around him as well as he seemed to be very friendly. I think I should as some help from him.
   "Not at all," I smiled back at him genuinely, "But since I have wanted to ask, where should I be sitting in here?"
   "You are free to sit anywhere that suits you," he moved to one of the occupied seats, which is supposedly to be his seat and sat down as he pointed to a seat opposite to him, "You can sit there if you like."
   I didn't mind sitting where he told me to sit specially when I liked the atmosphere around him, it gave me positive energy and made me motivated for work. I started preparing my things for going to my first class. Unexpectedly, I found him staring at me woth a glint of amusement in his brown eyes; I wonder what he was thinking.
   "So you haven't told me your name. As it seemed you are a new teacher in this school. My name is Dans and I teach Maths for class B," I was surprised at the sudden approach. I guess we are going to be good companions.
   "My name is Midori and I will be teaching literature for class B too. Nice to meet you Mr. Dan's."
   He chuckled, "No need for formalities you know. We are even teaching same class."
   I smiled back at him unknowing what to reply back. After a while, other teachers came in the staff room and it suddenly became crowded around me within a minute with curious teachers asking about me. There was one woman with blonde hair who came and sat beside me, she smiled faintly but her eyes bored into my eyes. It was very obvious that she wanted to say alot. I decided to break that awkward silence,       "May I know your name?"
The lady seemed happy that I was talking to her replying "I am Yura. I'm teaching in class A, what about yours?"
   "I am teaching in class B." The moment I replied, I suddenly found everybody's eyes on me. That was really uncomfortable, but what made me more anxious was the reason they are giving me those peculiar stares. Looking back at Yura, finding her smile replaced by a frown, yet remaining silent. A lady with a jet black hair who seemed in her mid-twentieth just like me spoke up, "Haven't anybody told you about it?"
   "One of class B students is quite different than his classmates in a tragic way..." said Dans with a dejected look plastered on his face. I didn't know the reason why I started feeling gloomy out of a sudden, but the look on his face told no good about the whole story which I didn't know. Although I was curious, I felt anxious about the heartbreaking news about to come because no matter what was it, my heart felt it. I may still not know anything about it yet, but I still feel sorry for that student.
   "His name is Taynis Holtwin." Said Yura. Wait a minute there... did you say Holtwin? I have heard that name before as it seems familiar to my ears..... It seemed that his family name holds a mystic story behind it especially when I felt that I know that name, yet I didn't know the boy though.
   Well, the nostalgia of emotions that made me feel the familiarity of the name have made me more intrigued to hear more about it. The leading curiosity was like a dry petal of a flower that was still moving, but its movement is only happening because it is carried by the wind. "He is an orphan, but his parents was murdered severely by an assassin and he have witnessed their corpses which have made him carry on to the shock and pain for the rest of his life. Due to that, he is always quite and very anti-social. Nobody of his classmates has heard of this story though, but they continue on being mean to him for his silence. Others tend to stay away from him. That boy is really suffering even as a teenager," explained one of the teachers with a long grey hair. I felt like I have heard that story before or that I have been in such an event, but I couldn't recognize when or how. However, the only thing I was sure of was that it was my duty to help that boy. I felt that the boy had a part of me. There is something that we shared. I promise to help him and it will be my death if I didn't.
   This fire inside me was what have always made me move forwards. It is the determination and ambition of saving that boy out of the endless labyrinth he was caught in. That was as his teacher and as his saviour. I wanted a new life and a new route to begin with and this is why I have decided to start teaching, but maybe it was fate which has made me stumble upon you; especially to be teaching the class you are in so that I can find you and help you. Maybe this would be the first good deed I will be able to do for the sake of goodness... It was destiny which has made me know you, but will it be the same route which will make me succeed in helping you?
Yes, I wonder.
   We have something that we share and that is we are both orphans who witnessed a black past. I may be unable to point out my own story for sure since I am unable to remember, but my heart was enough for me to tell me that we share that much among each other.