June 2018

~~Matthew's POV~~

Class Joseph is doing their seatwork their teacher assigned them.

Matthew, being the kind substitute, tapped his fingers noisily on the table.

He wanted to get out of class and into lunch break so that he can finish up his work and go home early.

He glanced at the clock. 11:57.

It's like a decade in here.

*knock knock*

"Come in." Matt had said.

"Sir, you're being called into the principal's office." said a student peeking through the door.

He checked the time. 11:59.

"Class, please put your books away. We'll have an early lunch. Class dismissed." said Matt.

Students shuffled out of the room and Matt followed the student into the principal's office.

Matt dismissed the student as they arrived in front of the principal's office.

He knocked on the door. "Mam, you wanted to see me?" he asked and froze in his tracks.

"You need to finish all of the tasks I need you to complete, OR ELSE I won't accept you next year," said Mrs. Mirinda, the school principal.

___-__

"Don't be afraid that you are too, Ms. Neyla." spoke the principal.

*falters*

"I un-derr-stoo-d."

And left the room.

"Oh, my deepest greetings to you, Ms. Neyla. It's nice to meet you. What a new school year, right?" Matthew uttered.

"Oh, tsk, tsk, Mateo de Santiago....

( I'm AGAIN MATTHEW, not Mateo )

Yes, it's a new school year. And I'm teaching history," Neyla said.

*Okay?* *tsk*

They separated their ways and divorced. <nah, just kidding>

They both returned to their respective places.

"She's f-ing weird." Matthew said.

And he went home....