"Hey watch it, ya little bastard. Can you see that I am walking here." A cold mature voice cuts through the air like a greatsword through softened butter. Sending a chill down their spine as they found themself staring at a tall curvaceous woman with a half-eaten lemon in her right hand. She was wearing a haphazardly put together black business dress with no tie in sight and unbuttoned- revealing her ample pale bosom to the world. Black hair was long and messy-looking extremely unprofessional even you ignore the odd red streak in her hair. A woman of her age dying her hair like that? Talk about a mid-life crisis but you digress. Her strange grey eyes had slight bags underneath, just making her even more haggard-looking if that even possible. What is even weirder, is the large heavy looking metallic guitar case slung over her back as she walked. Which even impressive that she is wearing heels. Walking perfectly fine too.
"Um...sorry miss." Makoto awkwardly said to her, she didn't dignify the teenager with a proper verbal response. Just her eyes darting towards them with less emotion than a dead fish as a half-ass sign of acknowledgment. Before moving away as she walked off. Just left them in the dust.
"Well, that was friendly of her." Makoto bitterly sighed as they continue their trek to school. Briefly wondering just who the hell was that woman.
'Now that I'm thinking about it, didn't the home economics teacher nearly died due to an accident with the baking club? Could she be the replacement?' The idea of that picture of idealism and professionalism being the teacher of that class was a joke. But everything lined up with her appearance much to Makoto's dread.
As the school's gates draw near, Makoto finds that...
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