The short, young teacher with awkwardly large glasses wiped the board off. As she sprayed the board with a small bottle of cleaner and a overly used rag, she smiled. She had finished the lesson early. Even though her class was completely unresponsive and full of girls who refused to do anything productive. That's kinda what she got for deciding to be the fill in for the one class that required nearly no effort, classical women's literature. It pained her how lazy her class was, but she needed a paycheck.
"Okay. That's all for today..." She paused. The class had already started the stuff their binders and notebooks into their bags, so she patiently waited for the shuffling to die down and continued.
"That's all the work for today, but tomorrow is Halloween and we are having the festival as previously mentioned... Any ideas what our class should do?" She looked around after seeing only one had go up, then she called on the volunteer.
"Yes, Um..." She stopped. She had never seen this boy before and didn't know his name, but the boy continued to speak anyway.
"Maybe we should set up a haunted house in the older part of the school. You know, where all the report of a ghost are seen and base it around ghost or stuff of that nature." The class immediately responded with a some approving whispers. The teacher nodded, for once someone had actually came up with a semi-decent idea for their part of the festival. Though, she was slightly concerned about how she didn't recognize the student.
"Okay then, I'll get permission be able to set up there..." She paused and took a deep breath. "But I still need some of the class to volunteer to ring some of the needed materials. Curtains, paint, costumes, props. You know, The stuff that makes a haunted house valid." She finished and the class had grown silent. They were all the laziest and most irresponsible kids she had had in her year and a half of teaching. Honestly, it was a bit depressing for her to endure these vegetating teenagers. But the kid who suggested the idea spoke up again.
"It's fine, I'll cover for anyone who fails to bring their some stuff tomorrow." He smiled happily and the teacher just mirrored his expression. This was the first student this semester who had decided to even try. She didn't even care that she didn't know him or that he was the only guy in the room.
"Okay young man. I'll hold you to your word. As for the rest of you, just bring something." The teacher jumped as the bell rang and all the students rushed out. There was no boy among the crowd and a worried whisper slipped out of the teachers mouth.
"It's like he was never here... Maybe he was a ghost."
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