𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏

Letter of Recommendation

[Authors Note: I decided to try out a spark of inspiration and dip my toes into different types of genres that I don't normally do. If you like what you are reading, please vote or leave a comment with any kind of criticism! Thank you for checking this story out! ^^ ]

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The sound of ticking cogs of the analog clock filled the silence of the classroom. Students, human and anthro alike, stared up at the classroom clock as the thin red handle ticked its way around. The atmosphere of sheer anticipation of the classroom was so dense that it could practically be sliced through. The last official day for all the seniors to attend school of their own free will had finally arrived; the final moments gradually ticking away.

Francis sat in his seat in silence with his head propped up against the palm of his hand as he stared down at his desk while gently tapping the eraser of his pencil on the polished wood of his desk. He lets out a gentle sigh through his nostrils, his mind completely drawing a blank from boredom. He then glanced up to the analog clock that hung above the chalkboard at the front of the class, noticing as the thin red handle reached the low six marker, the big hand creeping towards the twelve mark, and the little hand hovered over the three. The sound of students fidgeting in their desks had struck Francis' ears, causing him to turn his gaze around to his fellow classmates. He watched as they all leaned forward in their seats, grabbing ahold of their backpacks and slowly sliding them onto their selves as they all continued to stare up at the clock. Francis rolls his eyes and glares back down at his desk and continues to gently tap his eraser against his desk.

The sound of the rustling fabric draws the attention of the teacher of the class. Bringing his head up from his newspaper, the teacher noticed as his students watched the clock in sheer anticipation. He took a quick glance down at his wristwatch and lets out a soft sigh, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, for heaven's sake. You all can just go ahead and leave. Have a nice life." He says, rubbing his forehead with his fingers before bringing his paper back up to his face.

Suddenly, the students of the classroom erupt from their seats, cheering and conversing amongst themselves as they all begun to shuffle out of the classroom. Francis looked up from his desk at his fellow classmates, watching as they passed by him for he did not want to be caught in the middle of the mob. As the horde passed by him, he had noticed quite a few of his classmates gazing to him, giggling or softly gossiping amongst themselves. Francis was put off by the attention, but after getting used to the unexplained attention he oddly found himself obtaining after the past several months, he simply shrugged it off and gazed back down at his desk. Just moments after the herd of students had cleared, the school bell finally rang, signaling the official end of the day.

Francis then rises from his seat and reaches for his backpack that rested over the back of his chair before slipping it on himself. He then stuffs his hands into his bomber jacket pockets and proceeds to leave the classroom himself. However, the squeak of Francis' sneakers against the tile floor suddenly echo through the classroom, causing the teacher to once again to bring his attention away from his newspaper.

"Ah, Francis. You are still here." The teacher then says as he began to fold his newspaper.

Francis stops in his tracks just as he opens the classroom door in front of himself. "Ah... yeah. I didn't want to get caught up in that stampede." He says, turning his gaze back around to his teacher.

The teacher smiles. "It's a good thing that you didn't. I actually wanted to talk to you before you left my class for good." He says, leaning forward in his chair and places his hands over each other on his desk.

Francis was caught off guard. His teacher smiled to him, so he didn't suspect he was in trouble. But he didn't expect to have private word with his teacher on the very last day of school. Regardless, Francis begins to stroll back through the classroom and over to his teacher's desk.