3:10 on a Tuesday
After the school bell rings, after the prayers are said, after the footsteps fade, I would stay behind, to leave only after the floor is swept, after the chairs are aligned, after the last lecture is erased, forgotten until the next school day. Even then, I derived an incredible sense of peace from fixing up and putting things away, and the truth was I didn't have to. The last thing i would do was to put back the chalk pieces inside the teacher's drawer, and I would gaze longingly at a box just like this, one of my silly little dreams to have one as my very own.
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