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[Because Life has a wicked sense of humor, Teatime has been given an occupation that gives him far more access to children than anyone should be comfortable with. He's not quite sure what he teaches-- maths or maybe Spanish was mentioned at one point, possibly-- or even what grade level. Not like he cares. He'll teach any student that shows up, and he'll only teach them the most important things!
On each desk, there is a sheet of paper. It looks like this.
But, lucky for his students and unlucky for a certain person who will not be mentioned, Teatime will be spending only the necessary amount of time in his room. The rest of the day, he will be going from class to class with the biggest smile on his face, like a child playing an especially fun game. He seems to be looking for something. Or someone.
Oh aren't you all glad it's the good ol' days before Columbine where nobody even wondered how many hidden weapons a person may have under their clothing? Just in case you're wondering, it's quite a few.]
On each desk, there is a sheet of paper. It looks like this.
But, lucky for his students and unlucky for a certain person who will not be mentioned, Teatime will be spending only the necessary amount of time in his room. The rest of the day, he will be going from class to class with the biggest smile on his face, like a child playing an especially fun game. He seems to be looking for something. Or someone.
Oh aren't you all glad it's the good ol' days before Columbine where nobody even wondered how many hidden weapons a person may have under their clothing? Just in case you're wondering, it's quite a few.]