It Will Be A Good Day

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.

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