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Mrs Freeman poked her head around the door and quickly looked from side to side. There was nobody in the classroom, the tables were in place and the chairs undisturbed. To be certain, she peeked under the tables, just in case there was someone she had missed.
The classroom however was empty and devoid of life beyond her own. (Well unless one counted bacteria, but she certainly didn't)
Pulling up her chair at her desk, she pulled out a sheath of report cards and flicked through them.
"An A-plus in gossip," she said to herself as she read aloud and promptly giggled to herself. "That probably would have matched Barbera Russel as well," she muttered to herself, casting her mind back to a girl she had once known.
"B-plus in Hair Gel Gymnastics," she continued, a smile crossing her face as her fellow teacher's words sprung to mind about said boy deserving an A-minus at least. While it was true that Mark Little did a lot of stupid things with his hair, Mrs Freeman had seen far stronger examples in her time. A boy's face floated to mind, a name she could not recall for the life of her. He could have taught Mark Little a thing or two about hair gel, she was sure.
"Sophie Morrow…" she paused in her musings. That girl could be so much more if she applied herself. She could even be a good author with her creative mind, just like a certain Rebecca Boswell that Mrs Freeman so liked. Instead she filled her head with fluff like her celebrity crush Jareth Quinn. Then again, her old friend Ellie Redwine had been the same and she was running her own company now…Still, Sophie deserved her A-plus in the subject of celebrity crushes.
It was funny, Mrs Freeman mused to herself, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. These report cards could be used to describe dozens of her pupils she mused, both past and present.
It was certainly a good prank, but Mrs Freeman was not about to let Sophie and Callum know that!