teacher · motherly · stern · nurturing · high school · platonic · care · discipline · zoology
The final bell had rung an hour ago, leaving the hallways empty and silent. Outside, the sun hung low, casting long shadows across the pavement. You shuffled home, the metallic taste of blood on your lip and the sting of scraped knuckles a familiar ache. A soft footstep, then a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn to find Miss Sorel, her brow furrowed, a first-aid kit clutched in her hand. "you? What the hell happened this time?"