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The Life of Kari Kamiya

Her First Class

Kari'd never felt so frazzled and stressed in her life. She was a teacher and this was her first time teaching a bunch of students by herself. Kari came in early that day just to go over all of her notes and make sure everything was in order. She had her curriculum planned out for them from math to history, made plans for their development and growth academically, and even memorized the students roster so she knew every name and face by heart.

Yet here she stood, just outside the classroom door - she had no idea why but she couldn't get herself to just go in and begin teaching. This should've been easy. Just go inside. But something about teaching by herself for the first time unnerved her and the door became the most terrifying thing she'd ever seen.

She'd faced the Dark Masters, fought and defeated Myotismon twice, stopped the end of the world, gone toe to toe with darkness itself. But this? Teaching a bunch of unruly ten year olds in fifth grade. What could be worse than that? She'd brought her hand up to reach the door handle more than once, and every time she was unable to actually grasp it. Then, without warning, the door slid open.

And on the other side was a brown haired boy in a blue hoodie and gray shorts with yellow wrist bands. His backpack was on and he had a mischievous look on his face that vanished into fear the moment he saw her. She blinked, unable to believe one of her students was trying to sneak out on the first day.

"Ugh-" he sputtered out while she finally regained her nerve, "Where do you think you're going, Takato Matsuda?"

"Oh boy, she knows my name," he mumbled, stepping back from her. She followed him in and gestured back into the class, trying to maintain her composure while drowning out the frustration that came from knowing one of her own students had actually tried to sneak out of class, "Why don't you stand outside in the hallway if you don't like class so much? Or, you can get back in your seat and we can start class properly."

"Could I start class outside?" he asked, "I can move my desk in the hallway!"

She was not prepared for that response, or the smile that was on his face. It was like he didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. However, that did seem like a good idea. She didn't want to be like the teachers from before - who droned on forever in a boring monotone that put the class to sleep. That was why she wanted to be a teacher. To engage with kids and make learning fun. She patted his head, "I like that idea. Class, for the first day, we'll be having class outside in the grass. How does that sound?"

Cheers erupted in the classroom. She'd taken control of the situation and stopped this child from ruining her first day. He didn't seemed miffed though. He was smiling from ear to ear at her in a way that was more unnerving than anything else. Something told her she was in for an interesting school year with this boy.