What could be cuter, and where Rebecca had spent much of her time sink into apps on her phone, than a bustling mushroom village of blue little smurfs. While she had never been a horror story like the little kids that got daddy's credit card and racked up almost a million in purchases, what part of her paycheck that went to purchasing smurfberries was financially unsound. Yet all the cool little smurfs and buildings were so expensive! Rebecca had gotten hooked on the 'freemium' game style, never wise to how much money you paid for with these allegedly free games.
So invested was Rebecca in her game, taking small sips of her water, that she didn't pay attention to the time between classes. Usually ten minutes were left for students and teachers to get to their next class. Bumped up to fifteen for a grace period when taking the, err, Buttercombe mobility issues into account.
Rebecca had been expecting her peripheral vision to alert her to when her next batch of students walked into the door, so she was miffed when she peeled her eyes away from her phone and the classroom remained empty.
A look to the clock sent a jolt through her nerves when the memory hit her. "Shoot!" She'd forgotten that only her Introductory and Music Theory classes met in the 'classroom' as in a smaller music room that had a piano and desks. She needed to get to the actual music room for...
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