The Teacher

I walked through the empty corridor in slow short strides. Through the thick brick walls, cries and shrieks of children erupted as a sole voice hovered above the discursive noise to crush the rising protests with hushes. My legs halted as my foot mid-air slowly planted on the floor. "Okay now, wonderful children, Cassandra and Micheal begin." Her solid soft voice was soothing but strong caused me to listen to the following performance. A voice rose from a deep well and rapidly reached to her head and held its position. It was sharp but quiet with a tone of hopeful wishes. It was greeted with a voice that met head-to-head but was low and aggressive; Boasted with blind arrogance. Their consonant voices seemed to bump into each other but immediately seemed to hold hands and together magnificently. Her voice will sway and swooped low as his voice held her as it remained in his position steadfast. Oh, my mind would follow along with the voices with my eyes fluttering like a machine processing data to dissect for any valuable information. I found it peculiar the pairing of such voices of distinct that shouldn't blend. Each of its origins should remain in its quarters and serve diligently but when performing from out of conventional order; something beautiful is produced. I stepped forward, My shoulders resting on the wooden frame with my eyes observing inside the room and took notice of the lovely teacher finally being acquainted with her looks. Her blonde curls were long with spiralling twirls that reached past her shoulders. Her hips were unbalanced with her left foot in front and her right leg straight under her hip. Her lopsided stature was relaxed with her attentive foot in the direction of her two subjects performing. Her arm wrapped weakly around her waist with her arm rested on her rested forearm, Fingertips lay on her lips as her bottom lip will curl in from a bite before returning to its neutral position. I watched her unconscious mannerisms occur with her mind fixated on the task at hand. A bell rang loudly throughout the corridors and watched the children's activity switch into energetic action from the quiet withdrawn focus. I stepped into the room and shifted to stand by the door frame as children rushed past in a fury with chatter and small giggles tailed behind them. The teacher approached the children and laid her hands on each of their shoulders. My focus on her little conversation lost me, my eyes rose above towards the ceiling. After a moment, I felt a breeze walk by with a distinct smell; one was sweet and tender; and one was bold and dirty. I slowly shifted my focus and stared at the teacher's stiff stature. My lips pulled into a smile before speaking, "Seems you are actually enjoying being here, Mrs. -" "I love what I do." She uttered quite bluntly as she walked behind her desk. I slowly walked towards the row of desks elevated on rising staircases. "You will always say 'If you could leave for a day' or 'I won't die in this town', but here you are." His shoes will strike the wood surface with each ascent of each step that fills the brief silence between his words. "It's actually nice to see back in town. You were always my best friend of the group or what's remaining of it." He drew the last word for a moment as his hand backed a chair and sat down. "Firstly, Maggies was my best friend; I don't where you got that idea about friendship. Second, I like it if we remain professional with our conversations and keep our relations relatively only friendly; and nothing more." She raved coldly with a thunderous voice her arms widespread with her hands resting on her desk. My hand laid its fingers on my chin and massaged lightly before dropping between my thighs. "Sure, you always considered me more of a friend than I but I cannot ignore friendship with decorative history shared amongst us." I muttered but felt my tone turn dark and sharp as I could see her face transfixed by pain as the last few words prickled her skin. My forehead was slightly crinkled and felt my eyebrows weigh onto my eyes with my jaw clenched. Her arms slowly reigned inwards and pulled back in her embrace to shield her bosom. "That night, if it weren't for… I didn't for you though we are like this, what sort of friendship do we have unless it wasn't much of a friendship?" The words oozed from the tight hard lips and she reacted like she was confronted by some dangerous unknown substance. I rose from the desk and descended the steps reaching the landing. I turned to look one last time at her face while My hand rested on the door frame with my foot resting outside. The sunlight glossed the fine threads of her hair into tiny, illuminated beads. Her eyes seemed to quake in bursts of tremors with wet stains on the edges of her lower eyelid. Her lips hung in a ghastly gape with breaths cast out of her in wasteful expels but only pulled in short breaths. My mind drew the image of reaction into memory which faintly reminded him of that night. I pulled myself from the shaken draped mood into the dusty cool corridors and turned to walk but I halted before me by my stomach a girl stood in front of me. I smiled faintly at her and stepped to one side, walking away rather with ease.