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Once upon a time, at a psychotic high school where everyone was crazy (either for better or for worse), there was a freshmen named Chase.
Chase was a funny girl in that she liked her language class. Being in home school most of her life, she had never gotten the opportunity to learn another language. She was fascinated by Spanish, and thought the best of her teacher, Mr. Zapata. A Nicaraguan, he had been brought up to expect respect and respect others as well. He always greeted her, and she him. Though the other students fussed and complained and were rude, Chase could feel confident that she was learning and that "the Profesor", as she would call him, would always be more than happy to teach her about his mother language.
On Tuesday, the ninth of January, 2007, the Profesor had an especially bad day. The students were worse than usual, and he seemed put on edge by it all. As Chase left after taking plentiful notes, she murmured a quiet "Hasta mañana, Profesor."
At this, the Profesor smiled. "You never forget." he said.
Chase looked around the rapidly-emptying classroom. Indeed, no one even considered saying goodbye in this class. To them, greetings and goodbyes were nothing, and saying them in Spanish was a mere annoyance. To Chase, it was the way she showed respect and affection toward her teacher.
She smiled as she reached for the door. "No, I never forget."
The next day, Chase finished math and quickly took her break to change her bag for the day. She was ready to make her way happily to Spanish class, ready to slip into her routine and enter the doors with a cheerful "Buenos diaz!" Before she could leave her locker, however, a good friend of hers had to bring up stunning news.
The Profesor was gone. Permanently.
Chase could not say a word as she stared, her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Her friend went on talking to another girl, saying how glad she was that the class would be getting a new teacher. How she had never liked the Profesor, never liked the class to begin with.
And Chase began to tremble under her rage and sorrow. She did not want to believe that the Profesor was gone. She began shoving things in her locker so that they clanged against the back. The sounds resonated, shocked the friend by her. Her friend asked if she was angry, and she forcefully replied "Yes! I don't know about you guys, but I actually liked our teacher!"
She did not wait for a reply; she quickly turned her back and hollowly made her way to the Spanish classroom. The news passed quickly, and many people cheered. Chase didn't say anything, just sat at her chair and felt like crying. She did not learn anything in class that day. And she couldn't help but remember the day before, just one day before...
"You never forget."
"No, I never forget."