It's another day of school. I don't wanna go there again. Who even wants to? They're out of my limit to control. Most of them are hotheaded. D-

My train of thoughts interrupted by anyone, "How you even survive one day on devil's classroom?"

I turned only to see a light orangish haired female with black big spectacles framing her big green eyes. She's wearing a black shirt underneath a brown coat, brown shorts, red scarf and black boots.

"Who are you? What do you mean by 'devil's classroom'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm Mrs Docins, their maths teacher. And I'm talking about 2-A. Most of them are extremely aggressive and undisciplined. Their last year class teacher go with a broken arm." She replied.

"Who did it, by the way?" I asked, still not interested.

"Don't know. Last time, before their teacher's arm broke, that teacher was stayed here late in school for some work. He don't know who but anyone attacked him out of nowhere." She said.

"How could you be so sure since that person don't know who attacked him?" I said, even though I was attacked too. I don't teach any other classes. So, my prime suspect are them. But let's see where this go.

"But there is no one except some of 2-A's. So, it's probably one of them." She said.

"But they're only kids. And it's impossible to believe the head of school wouldn't do anything about this case?" I said, rolling my eyes. If he didn't then it's extremely weird.

Before she could reply, our eyes lands on watch.

Sh*t.

The class is about to begin and we didn't reach our location yet. At least, she doesn't.

"Sorry, I've to go. It's nice to meet you. See ya." She said, running toward upstair, meaning she's the teacher of third years.

"Bye." I said, turning to my class. I enter in 2-A, even if I didn't want to see their jinx face. They greeted. I nodded on response

"Okay, I'm taking attendance." I said, picking up Attendance register as I start taking attendance.

"Adrian."

"Present, sir."

"Allen."

"Present, sir."

"Anastasia."

"Present, sir."

"Candie."

No response.

I look up questionably as I asked, "Is she abs-"

I rudely cut off by the loud bang of the door opening recklessly. Everyone gaze land on the person who just enter. It's Candie.

"Why are you so late?" I asked.

"I, uh, overslept a bit." She said, looking down on floor, playing with her finger. Everyone starts snickering. I give them a side glare as turn my attention back to her.

"What kind of pathetic excuse is this? At least come with a good excuse. If you've sleeping problem then set your alarm correctly." I scolded.

She flinched, giving me puppy dog eye as she said, "I tried, but I fail. I know, I'm such a loser." She is about to cry, making me feel guilty.

"Fine, whatever. Don't be late again. Now, stop making that kicked puppy face." I said.

She walks towards her seat and she whisper-shout (accidentally), "Yay! It's easy to fool Mr Rodge", to her friend.

An itch mark form on my forehead.

" Candie, get out of my class!" I shouted, not able to handle the anger inside anymore.

She turn in slow-motion with a kicked-puppy face and starts her drama with clearly fake cracked voice, "But sir-"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Class." I interrupted her.

She groaned, she knows she is defeated, as she left the class.

I sighed.

"Let's start from where we left yesterday." I said.

What a weirdo.

~Time Skippo~

After teaching classes, I am sitting in my office, eating my bento.

"Mr Rodge." Anyone call me. I groaned.

Seriously? Even in lunch time, they don't let me eat in peace.

"Come in." I said.

It's Anastasia.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but Zelina and Molly is fighting again." She said.

I toss my last bento in my mouth and give her a "where" look.

"Follow me." She said, as we start running.

Why? Why I even accept this job? (T-T)

We reached in the cafeteria. Molly and Zelina throwing food at each other. Most students are cheering.

I sweat dropped.

As I see some student started to get concerned and some mind their buisness, when they noticed me.

They throw more food randomly, unknown of my presence.

"What the?" It's all what came out of my mouth.

Suddenly, a fresh icing cake hit my face, causing me stumble back. I swept it off my face. Everyone's jaw dropped.

I growled, as I shout, "You idiots!"

They flinched, knowing what's gonna happen next.

"Now, you're gonna clean toilets for a week!" I shouted, as they groaned.

Some are snickering, and some are giving sympathy.

I rolled my eyes, and make my way out of there.

~Time Skippo with Mr Rodge complaining about Class 2-A~

At 6 o'clock of evening:

Finally, some rest in peace. I'm wearing a violet T-shirt, black jeans, a dark grey coat, black scarf, white gloves and white boots.

I'm on my shopping mall buying some vegetables for another week. Geez, it's getting hard to do these thing now. I'm really getting old. I need a servant or something. I live alone after all.

I see the rate of steaks. I gasped, the rate is touching sky. I can't afford it. I make my way to vegetable's corner. I pick some gourds, spongle gourds, spinach, cabbage, cauliflower and capsicum.

Some women are staring at me, making things awkward. I just ignore it is.

"Mr Rouge!" I heard my name. Again. Are peoples stalking me now?

I turned to find Ms Docins. She's wearing white shirt, denim shorts and black jacket.

"Greetings, Mrs Docins." I said.

"Good evening. Are you here for shopping? Where is your wife then?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here for shopping. But I'm not married yet." I replied, sweat dropped.

"It's weird that someone like you is not married yet." She said.

"Yeah. But who cares. I don't wanna marry anyone." I said.

"Uh, I'm still available." She said jokingly, with a grin.

"Uh, I think, I'll gladly decline, since you're married." I said, smiling.

"I divorced that person I married too, so you still have a chance." She teased.

"Again, I decline this offer." I said.

"Touched." She said, as we both start laughing.

It only last long for few second, until we heard a voice, "Mom! What the hell are you doing here with Mr Sourpuss?"