She stood in the doorway like she owned the building. Curly pixie cut fresh as hell, a tight-fitting t-shirt clinging to every curve, skinny jeans, heels that clicked with every step she took into the room. Full face beat to the gods — lashes long enough to cast shadows, nose ring glinting under the fluorescent lights. She was chewing gum like she had a personal grudge against it, arm bag swinging at her side.

The teacher was nowhere. Not a single one in sight. The door was still wide open, the hallway empty behind her.