A/N: The first few chapters might be boring because...I'm still building the story up. Well I hope you enjoy, reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome, please refrain from flames. - Kukuyoi
Carlitos sighed for the hundredth time as she rolled over once more and snuggled up into her blankets. She was deeply annoyed, she wanted to sleep, but she could not get comfortable. Carlitos got the urge to roll over once more. With a rather displeased look on her face, she kicked the covers off and swung her legs over the bed. She sat there for a moment, still as a statue as she stared at her feet. After a moment or two, she sighed, again, and reached out to her alarm clock. Her eyes scanned over the digital screen before she flicked the alarm off with her pointer finger and stood up, stretching her muscles.
Carlitos walked over to her bedroom door and opened it, only to be greeted with the bright flashing lights of the TV rather than the darkness she was, for the most part, used to. She trudged lazily over to the couch and leaned her weight on the arm of the couch her roommate's head was laying on.
"Claude?" Carlitos yawned.
"Hmm?"
"Make me some coffee."
"Make it yourself," Claude retorted, looking up at you from her spot on the couch.
"I'm always rolling you cigarettes, contribute to our relationship and make me some coffee," Carlitos stated as she flicked Claude's forehead. Needless to say, she wasn't that impressed.
"Fine," she sighed as she weakly pushed herself off of the couch and onto her feet.
"Right on," Carlitos responded as she quickly occupied the place Claude was laying in moments ago.
"I see how you take my spot," Claude spoke from the kitchen, looking up at Carlitos from under her brow as she proceeded to pour hot coffee into a black mug before walking back over to her and handing it over.
"Coffee has already been made?" Carlitos questioned, receiving the cup.
"I made it last night and set the timer for it to brew this morning," Claude responded, walking back into the kitchen and making her own cup of coffee.
"I see," Carlitos replied, turning her attention back onto the TV to watch a bit of the news that Claude had been previously watching, sipping her coffee slowly.
"So, excited for your big day?" Claude asked, leaning against the kitchen counter ash she stared at you.
"What's so exciting about it?" Carlitos retorted, sipping her coffee as her head turned slowly towards Claude, eyes unwavering from the TV. Finally when the news cut into commercial, she turned her gaze towards the black haired girl.
"Well, for starters," Claude started before taking a quick sip from her coffee. "You're going to be teaching a bunch of high school kids who really have no respect for authority figures or care about their grades enough to actually turn in their homework."
"Maybe you should enroll in high school then, you'd fit right in," Carlitos smiled amusedly as Claude rolled her eyes.
"At least I graduated from high school," Claude stated.
"I didn't even make it to the sixth grade," Carlitos got up from the couch, coffee cup gripped in her hand as she walked into the kitchen. "But look at me now."
Carlitos stopped just past Claude and leaned over the counter, pulling a red plate towards her filled with tobacco.
"I have a accomplished more things academically then most people my age...amongst many other things." Carlitos continued.
"I suppose all of that is true," Claude responded, looking up to see Carlitos leaning against the kitchen counter holding up two cigarettes.
"You mean it is true," Carlitos handed Claude a cigarette before turning around and grabbing her coffee.
"I don't know about you, but I am going outside to smoke," Carlitos walked past Claude with her coffee and over to the sliding glass doors. Claude trailed right behind her as they went outside and stood out on the balcony of their rather small apartment, looking out at all of the houses as the sun rose in the horizon.
Claude simply watched as Carlitos puffed on her cigarette, blowing the smoke out in the opposite direction as her eyes focused on the rising sun.
"So I never got to ask you, how was all of your orientations and such?" Claude asked, flicking the ask of her cigarette into the ashtray besides Carlitos.
"Well," Carlitos took a sip of her coffee. "I attended a meeting a little over two weeks ago for new teachers at Meiou Academy. It was basically a run down of the code of conduct, and what your job is, and just things like that. Completely boring."
"So you were just at the school preparing for the last week?"
"Pretty much. I got a head start on my lesson plans and," Carlitos took a hit off of her cigarette. "Just pretty much doing things like that. I got my lesson plans, notes, and even homework assignments and classwork printed and mapped out for the first month."
"That's good."
"Yeah," Carlitos replied as she put her cigarette out in the ashtray next to her. "I need to go fuckin' get ready."
Claude put her cigarette out and followed Carlitos into the apartment, shutting the door behind her as she came in. Claude watched Carlitos set her coffee mug on the counter before walking towards the short hallway that lead to both of their rooms and that bathroom.
Carlitos pushed opened the door to her bedroom and turned on the light as she walked over to her nightstand to rummage through her drawer for underwear. She opened the top drawer and grabbed the first pair of underwear and a bra she saw, even if they didn't match, and closed the drawer. Carlitos tossed her undergarments on her bed and walked over to her closet, sliding the door open to pick out an outfit to wear.
"Hey Claude," Carlitos called.
Not even a moment later, Claude entered the room.
"You called?"
"Yeah, what should I wear?" Carlitos asked, pulling two pairs of pants out of her closet and holding them up in front of her for Claude to see.
"That depends, what color shirt are you wearing?" Claude asked as she sat down on Carlitos bed, pulling her socked feet up to rest on the side of the bed frame.
"White."
"Blouse?"
"Mmhm," Carlitos hummed as she took another garment out of her closet and off of the hanger and tossed it onto her bed, next to Claude.
Claude picked up the shirt and examined it, turning it front to back before setting it down beside her. "Wear the black slacks, also, do you have a blazer?"
"Actually, the pants came with one."
"Great, wear it. Wear a tank top under your shirt too, it's a little see through." Claude said as she got up from Carlitos bed.
"I don't own a white tank top."
"Yeah, now that you mention it," Claude started as she left the room, returning a few moments later with a white garment balled up in her hand. "You don't own any."
Carlitos watched as Claude tossed the white tank top on her bed before returning to taking her clothes off of the hangers. Once done, she slid her closet door closed and walked over to her bed, grabbing all of the articles of clothing in her arms before walking out of her room and into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Carlitos started a the shower and tied her hair in a bun on top of her head as she waited for the water to warm up.
Once the water was scorching hot, Carlitos jumped in, immediately proceeding to scrub her body down and, since she was in the shower, wash her face. After all was said and done, she turned the water off, dried, brushed her teeth and hair, then pulled her clothes on. Carlitos checked her self out in the mirror, examining her outfit to make sure it looked well. Overall, she was satisfied with how she looked and exited the bathroom.
"Did you have a nice shower?" Claude asked, as she heard Carlitos exit the bathroom.
"It was alright," Carlitos responded as she walked into her bedroom, coming out a few moments later with a pair of shiny, new black heels and some balled up brown things.
"What's that?" Claude asked, pointing to the ball of brown in Carlitos' left hand.
"Oh, they're like socks for heels," Carlitos replied as she pulled said socks onto her feet before shoving her left foot into her heel, adjusting it with her pointer finger before she moved onto the next.
"Stand up," Claude said.
Carlitos complied and stood up, walking further into the living room before she stopped and turned around, watching as Claude examined her head-to-toe. While being judged by Claude, Carlitos pulled her hair back into a high bun and left her hands fall to her sides.
"Not bad," Claude nodded in approval. "You look good."
"Thanks," Carlitos muttered as walked away back into her bedroom to pull out two bags. One a regular dark blue tote bag and the other was just a black purse.
Carlitos walked back into the living room and set her bags down on the couch before walking over to the kitchen counter and grabbing a small pile of papers and binders. Claude watched as Carlitos sat back down on the couch next to her stuff and place her stack of shit on the coffee table.
"What's that?" Claude questioned.
"Which ones?"
"All of it."
"The two black, leather binders are my lesson plans and a daily planner," Carlitos mumbled as she picked them up and placed them first into her blue tote bag. "And the brown leather binder is just what I use to store my resources in, shit like the staff code of conduct handbook and a copy of the student's school rules and regulations handbook."
"The papers?"
"These?" Carlitos questioned, picking up an unkempt stack of papers.
"Yeah."
"Uh..." Carlitos trailed off as she ordered the stack of papers and placed them in the brown leather binder. "Those were just other resources for...I don't even remember, I wasn't really listening. Just things for teachers I assume."
"I see, and I also see that you pulled out the Michael Kors bag." Claude said as she watched Carlitos place the last of her stuff in her tote and move onto the said handbag.
"Yeah."
"About damn time, you haven't used it once since I gave it to you."
"That's because," Carlitos trailed off once again as she searched around the house for her stuff. "I haven't had a reason to use it before, now I do."
Carlitos tossed her wallet, cell phone, and house keys into the bag, not paying any attention to Claude as she set something down in front of her. Once Carlitos realized something had been placed right in front of her, she looked up to see that it was her wooden cigarette case along with some breath spray and a bottle of White Citrus perfume from Bath & Body Works.
"You didn't sneak packed cigarettes or filters into here did you?" Carlitos asked as she held up her cigarettes case.
"No, I did not." Claude responded, rolling her eyes as she flipped through the TV channels.
"Good," Carlitos said as she placed all of the stuff that was in front of her in her purse.
After Carlitos was finished packing everything, she stood up, pulling her bags onto her shoulder and walked over to the kitchen to grab her car keys.
"Okay Claude, I'm out. You know the rules, no parties or drugs while I'm out," Carlitos said as she walked over to the front door, opening it.
"Yeah, yeah, just go. I've been waiting forever to masturbate in peace," Claude retorted as Carlitos walked out of the door.
Carlitos did not live that far from where she was currently employed, but it certainly was not a short enough distance to walk, especially in heels. Carlitos walked down the steep steps of the apartment and towards her car parked under the awning. Her thumb pressed the unlock button on the key pad belonging to her car as she neared.
Carlitos opened her car door, threw her stuff in the passenger seat and hopped in, closing the door behind her and sticking her keys into the ignition before fastening her seatbelt turning the car on. After a few moments, she threw the car into reverse and peeled out, in a hurry to just get the day started and moving.
Carlitos arrived at the school and parked in the school parking lot in the back. After turning the car off and pulling her keys out of the ignition, she grabbed her shit and got out, locking the car behind her with the key pad as she walked away. As Carlitos crossed the rather big parking lot, she examined all of the people walking in the same direction. Most of the people appeared to be students, who identified themselves with the pink and gold uniforms for the guys and red for the ladies. Out of the bunch of students, however, Carlitos did make out a few teachers who were hurriedly making their way inside.
Carlitos walked through the doors of the prestigious Meiou Academy, examining once again what it looked like while she walked to her classroom. This is better than any school I've ever been to by a long shot, Carlitos thought as she walked down the hallway, maneuvering through the throng of students loitering in the hallways.
"Mrs. Escutia, it's a pleasure to see you again," Someone called out from behind Carlitos.
"Oh, Mrs. Arakawa. It's nice to see you again as well," Carlitos smiled, a seemingly genuine smile, at the principle.
"Oh, thank you. Well, I won't keep you for long, I know you have a class to tend to."
"Yes, thank you," Carlitos responded, smiling one last time at the principle before walking away. Carlitos did not have an early morning class, in fact, her first class didn't even start until nine a.m.., but she supposed that it didn't hurt to be there early. Not to mention, with the addition of other foreign languages besides Spanish, there wasn't really as much kids who signed up for this elective as Carlitos would've hoped, but oh well.
Carlitos arrived at her classroom in time to meet the maintenance man who was currently standing in front of her classroom, unlocking it.
"Excuse me," Carlitos started, catching the attention of the older man.
"Oh hello," he greeted. "You must be one of the new teachers, am I correct?"
"Indeed," Carlitos stated, extending her hand. "I am Miss Escutia."
"Nice to meet you Miss Escutia, I am Mr. Takanaka, the maintenance supervisor here at this school." Mr. Takanaka extended his hand as well, returning your handshake.
"Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Takanaka," Carlitos responded.
The older man smiled brightly as he went back to fiddling with his keys before clipping them back to his belt loops.
"I recently changed the locks to this room, we use a certain kind of lock to keep unused classrooms secured. Since you will be using this classroom, I arrived early today to change the locks. I actually just got here to unlock the door for you."
"I see," Carlitos said, trailing off as the man slid the door open for her and moved out of the way for her to go through. "Thank you."
"Not at all. Do you have a key to this room?" Mr. Takanaka asked.
"No, actually. I didn't really think much it until now."
"Well then here," Mr. Takanaka pulled a key off of his key ring and handed it to Carlitos, who accepted it. "You can use my spare key until you receive your own copy. Don't feel rushed to bring it back immediately, use it until you don't need it anymore."
"Alright," Carlitos responded, examining the key. "When I am ready to return it, where might I find you?"
"Oh the maintenance hall is on the bottom floor towards the back end of the school, if I am not there, I somewhere fixing something for someone so you can either leave it on my desk or leave it with one of the men there." Mr. Takanaka said.
"Alright, will do. Thank you, again Mr. Takanaka," Carlitos smiled.
"No need to thank me," the older man smiled. "Well, I will be on my way now. Good luck to you, now."
Carlitos watched as the man left the room, partially shutting the door behind him. The hallways were now clear, seeing as how the first bell signaling the start of the school day already rung. Carlitos took a quick look around her classroom, noting everything possible about it. The classroom was big, about thirty-to-forty desks were neatly lined up in rows. To the left side of Carlitos were three big bay windows with the blinds already pulled up and to the right cabinets and cubby boxes lined the right and back walls of the classroom.
Carlitos turned and walked over to her desk, which was situated in the front left (Carlitos right) of the classroom. She took her seat in a swivel chair and set her bags down on the floor beside her. Carlitos pulled all of her binders out of her bag put the brown leather binder in the top left drawer of her desk while leaving the other three out. Carlitos hadn't realized that she had brought a third leather binder, but she supposed it was alright, she could use it contain her student's homework assignments and tests.
Just as she was opening her top right drawer she heard her classroom door open, and a professionally dressed lady walked in with a bundle of papers in her hand.
"Miss Escutia?" The lady asked.
"Yes?" Carlitos replied.
The lady started walking towards Carlitos, pulling a couple of pages out from her bundle and placing them on the desk in front of her.
"I apologize on behalf of the administration office, there was a mix up with some of the rosters and so many new teachers either didn't get one or the ones they got were inaccurate."
"I see, and your name is?" Carlitos asked as she picked up the pages off of her desk.
"Oh, my apologies. I am Noriko Kisagawa, I work in the administration office," she hurriedly added, extending her hand as a gesture of kindness.
Carlitos stood up. "Nice to meet you Miss Kisagawa, I am Carlitos Escutia, one of the new Spanish teachers here."
"Oh, so you are new? I am sorry, I am in a bit of a hurry, but I bid you luck on your first day," Noriko exclaimed as she hurried out of the classroom, waving as she left.
"Hmmm," Carlitos hummed as she sat back down in her chair.
Carlitos set her roster inside one of the black leather binders and put it in the top right drawer of her desk for now. Returning to her other two binders, she opened up the bigger of the two to go over lesson plans and assignments for that day. Since today was the first day, Carlitos didn't really have anything planned except for an introduction to the class, a group discussion/assignment, and a homework assignment. Since Carlitos had been at the school a week before, she had already printed out the worksheets and homework assignments she was using for the month and stored them in the bottom right drawer of her desk.
Carlitos closed her binder with the lesson plans and put it back in her desk on top of the other one she had stored in there as well. The pulled the last binder she had towards her and opened it up, revealing a daily planner. On the date that was today, she wrote down when the homework assignment was administered and to which periods. Carlitos only has five classes each day to teach, which was fine with her, it's more time she has to grade assignments. On the date that is tomorrow, Carlitos wrote down that the homework was due and by which periods, leaving more than enough space to add homework from tomorrows lesson plan.
After writing this, Carlitos put her binder away and pulled out the one which held the roster and set it on her desk in front of her as well the group/class assignment that was to be due in class today. After that, she proceeded to roll up her blue tote bag and place it in the bottom left drawer of her desk along with her purse, but not before rummaging through it to find her cell phone and-
"I've been looking all over for these," Carlitos mumbled as she pulled out a black case that held her reading glasses.
Carlitos pushed her drawer shut with her foot as she proceeded to open her case, only to have a rolled up note pop out at her. She picked up the note, which had rolled off her clothes and onto the floor, and read it.
Keep track of your shit
- Claude 3
Carlitos rolled her eyes and crumbled the note in her hand and tossed it into the trash can beside her desk. She looked down and pulled a pair of thin, black reading glasses out of the case and placed them on her desk, tossing her case into the bottom drawer with her bags. Afterwards, Carlitos put her reading glasses on and picked up her cell phone, flipping it open and texting Claude, in which a response back was almost immediate.
Carlitos checked her message from Claude before looking at the clock above the door of her classroom. She definitely had some time to kill.
Carlitos stood at the entrance of her classroom, getting all of the students who came in. First period, for many students, ended two minutes ago, and so far Carlitos had a few students in her classroom, but she knew more were to come as the five minute break inbetween classes came to an end. Carlitos smiled at the kids who greeted her, so far, these kids were quite pleasant, but that doesn't mean that as more time passes, they won't become unruly. Carlitos looked down at her watch to check the time. One more minute, she thought as she looked up.
Carlitos eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of a young man with stunning red hair walked towards her. His steps were graceful and his demeanor poised. Carlitos made eye contact with the boy, his emerald green eyes were absorbing, it was almost like looking into a pool of liquid emerald. Carlitos changed her facial expression to that of a smile as she watched the young man walk towards her classroom. Her ears perked up as she heard the conversations in the hall.
"That's Shuichi Minamino!"
"Wow, he's even more beautiful in person!"
"I'm so jealous!"
A smallest of smirks spread across Carlitos face as she realized she was working with a popular boy within the Meiou community. Now that she thought about it, she had heard quite a few other teacher here mention his name as well, during the new teacher 'orientation' and today.
"Good morning," The boy, Shuichi, spoke as he walked up to you.
"Good morning," Carlitos started, looking down at her watch. "You made it just on time, take a seat anywhere."
The boy nodded as he entered the classroom and as he did so, Carlitos heard a few gasps from the female population. She fought back a chuckle as she slid her classroom door closed and proceeded to the front of the classroom.
"Buenos Dias everybody," Carlitos started, catching the attention of the class as she waked over to her desk and leaned against it. "Does anybody care to guess what that means?"
At first no one in the class raised their hands, and Carlitos inwardly sighed, that is, until she saw a hand shoot up into the air.
"Yes, you, what is your name?" Carlitos said, choosing the girl who had raised her hand.
"My name is Sachui Mikoto Miss." The girl replied softly.
"Very well, Miss Sachui. So what do you think buenos dias meant?" Carlitos asked.
"Um..." the girl looked down and blushed lightly, seeing as how all eyes are on her. "Good morning?"
"Correct," Carlitos said, standing up from her leaning position on the desk. "Everybody remember it, let me hear everyone in the class say it."
Carlitos stood at the front of the room, listening to the kids utter the words 'buenos dias' over and over again until they got it right.
"Very good," Carlitos stopped the class. "From today on, any one of you who enter my class is to say buenos dias instead of good morning, which you really should be doing even without me telling you because this is a Spanish class."
Carlitos walked over to the chalk board at the front of the class and wrote down the word buenos dias then good morning next to it. Underneath buenos dias she wrote 'profesora/profesor'.
"Now does anyone want to guess what that means?" Carlitos asked as she stepped away from the chalk board to let everyone see.
"Yes," Carlitos called on a hand that shot up. "Your name?"
"Yoshihiro Tsubato Miss."
"Mister Yoshihiro, what do you think profesora y profesor mean?" Carlitos asked?
"Teacher?" Yoshihiro answered questioningly.
"Correct," Carlitos stated. "Can you guess the differences between the two?"
"One is for a girl and the other for a boy?" Yoshihiro questioned.
Carlitos nodded her head as she walked over to the chalk board. "As Mister Yoshihiro just said, one is for a girl and the other for a boy. In Spanish, get your notebooks out kids and write this down," Carlitos said, waiting for everyone to pull out their notebooks. As she did so, her eye couldn't help but linger on the form of the red head sitting all the way in the back. Snapping out of it, Carlitos returned to her speech.
"As I was saying," Carlitos cleared her throat. "In Spanish, you will encounter words like these, where one is used for a man and the other for a woman. A way to distinguish between the two is to remember that most masculine nouns end in o, for example; el cartero, the mailman, el nino, the boy, el tio, the uncle, and so on so forth. Not all masculine nouns will end in o, but that is a topic we will save for later down the road. Moving on to the women, same thing here, most feminine nouns will end in a, for example; la hija, the daughter, la enfermera, the nurse, and la profesora, the teacher, and so on so forth. Does everybody have this written down? If not, let me know, this is important."
Carlitos waited for everyone to write the information she just said down. Once she knew everyone was done she continued on.
"So, as I was saying," Carlitos grabbed a yard stick laying in the corner of the room and use it to point at the chalk board without being in the way. "Profesora, a teacher who is a woman, profesor, a teacher who is a man. Profesora, woman, profesor, man. Copy this down too."
Carlitos waited a second before continuing. "This brings me back to the start of class. I remember telling you kids that you said buenos dias when you come in in this mornings, well lets change that."
Carlitos walked back to the chalk board and erased the words she has previously written, earning a disappointed sigh from one of the students she guessed was still trying to copy it down.
"Whoever made that noise, you had the chance to write down this information when I was telling it to you," Carlitos turned slightly to face the class. "So I expect you to know this whether you copied it down or not...and I will know who you are."
Turning back to the chalk board, Carlitos proceeded to write again before stepping away from it. "Going back to what I just said," Carlitos pointed her yardstick at the board. "Using everything we just learned, I expect every student in this class to greet me with this phrase when they come in the door."
Carlitos paused as she looked over all of the students, weeding out who was really paying attention and who was not.
"This phrase says," Carlitos started again. "Buenos dias Profesora blank. Now in the blank goes my name."
Carlitos returned to the board, writing her name in large letters across the board so everyone can see.
"Ms. Escutia," Carlitos stated. "Now, I don't expect any of you to perfect the way of saying any of any of the things I have taught you thus far, but if you are going to perfect one thing, make it my name. My name is Ms. Escutia. Now going back, When each and everyone of you enter my class tomorrow, you great me at the door with 'buenos dias Profesora Escutia'. Now I really don't care in which order you say it, it can buenos dias Profesora Escutia or Profesora Escutia, buenos dias! Which means the same thing just backwards. Any questions?"
The class was silent after she asked that, which didn't bother Carlitos one bit.
"Okay then, I guess not." Carlitos mumbled as she walked over to her desk and pulled out a mountainous stack of packets to pass out to every one. Carlitos walked over to the first person in each row and counted the number of people behind that person. Carlitos laid a big stack of papers on the desk of the first person in each row.
"Take one and pass the rest back, if there are any extras, let me know." Carlitos announced to the class as she watched them pass the packets back. Once everyone had a packet and she was sure there were no extras, she started to speak again.
"Now, seeing how I never went to school in this country, I am not sure if you have seen anything like this before. This, where I am from, is called a Syllabus, its a packet with, usually, a description and information about the course you are taking. So, using this class as an example; this packet will provide a description about this course, list fundamental and and key concepts you should know by the end of this course, it will provide you with the minimum grade point average needed to pass my class, there is a chart in there that will also reference what your percentage grade means, there is another chart that lists the type of assignment and how much of your grade they are worth, this packet also explains my classroom rules and expectations, and information on which days I give tests and which I wont, all for the exception of pop quizzes, hence the name."
Carlitos looked around the room to see the students flipping through the pages of their Syllabus as well as listening to her.
"Okay, I will give everyone a chance to read or skim over the pages, whichever you prefer. In fifteen minutes, I will stop you and we will cover this as a class, afterwards, I have a fun little activity planned to help us get to know each other and our classmates. Also, while you all are reading I am going to take attendance, when I call out your name say 'presente', it doesn't need to be perfect. You may begin now."
Carlitos walked back over to her desk and set her copy of the syllabus aside while opening up her black leather binder and grabbing the pen she stored in it. Adjusting the roster so that she was able to fully see it, she started to call out the names of her students.
"Asuki, Chio?"
"Presente."
"Akiko, Yumi?"
"Presente."
"Fujiwara, Deikiko?"
"Presente."
"Fujihara, Sanchi?"
"Presente."
Carlitos continue to take role call, checking the names off as she proceeded down the list.
"Minamino, Shuichi?"
"Presente."
Carlitos looked up for a brief second, meeting his emerald gaze. The way he said it sounded so natural, almost perfect. Carlitos shook herself out of whatever daze she was in and continued to take role call. Once finished, she closed her black binder and put it away in her desk. She still had quite a few minutes before their time was up, so leaning back in her chair, Carlitos slipped her phone out of her pocket and began texting Claude discreetly.
Carlitos watched as her students packed their belongings, chatting amongst each other as they exited the class, turning in their activity sheets by the door in one of three black baskets as they did so. Carlitos watched the red head in particular as she exited the classroom. He was silent, he also didn't walk amongst his classmates or chat with any of them on his way out.
Carlitos sighed and shrugged, running her hand through her hair, pushing back all of the strands that had become loose during the got up from her seat at the desk and walked over to the basket, picking up the stack of papers after everyone exited the room and walked back to her desk, pulling out her black binder with the rosters for all of her classes and placed the papers neatly inside of it before taking out the roster for her next period.