She’s late for school again. Her mum waves and drives off. She clutches her bag, enters the gate.
It will be a good day.
She has a nice lunch: a wrap, orange, chips and a chocolate. Some students stare as she passes by. (She will save the chocolate for Maths, just in case.)
It will be a good day.
Nobody will throw a basketball at her.
Or food.
Or a duster.
Not today.
She heaves the admin door open, the principal greets her.
“Good morning Miss Patch”.
“Morning Tony”.
She collects her teaching schedule and heads towards the staffroom.