Ame yawned and stretched. She leaned lazily against the door of the school, a note clutched in hand. "Help needed for roudy students." She read aloud. "Talk about roudy!" She chimed, looking at the haze of children running rampant through the school grounds.
She condecscendingly looked at them.
"Why did I agree to do this? I'll never know." Her gaze shifted to a little boy. He walked over to her, and looked up at her. One of his digits was in his mouth. "You're pretty." He muttered at her.
"Oh, thanks kid. Do you mind telling me where the teacher is?"
"He's not here yet. Why?"
"I need to talk to him about grownup stuff." She chuckled.
"He gets here when he feels."
She watched him dash away in a hurried manner. "Thanks kid."
The school doors were locked, and she sat impatiently on the step. Times like these she didn't have anything better to do. "I'm a jobless bum. I have all of these skills, and no application of them. Some teacher."
She peered across the school yard. No one came along. It caused her grief. She tapped a long fingernail against her thigh, wondering if anything even the slighest bit interesting would occur to her. Apparently nothing seemed in her favor. The only thing that lay before her were a bunch of noisy children.
