Another World - Gojo x OC x (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Chapter One

It's a sunny day. An atypical July day in England. I look at the window as I get up from the bed. It's still 7:40 am, and I have plenty of time to get ready. I walk around my room barefoot to the window. The contrast between the cold of the ground and the warmth of my feet provides a small relief from the heat that, strangely, hangs in the air. I open the window, and the morning breeze mixes with the rhythm of sounds of a Thursday morning.

The bakery right on the corner is already busy. It is possible to listen to the requests, which never seem to end. Hmmm... the wonderful filling of freshly baked bread, along with black coffee. The aroma is enough to make me salivate.

On the other side of the street we can see the florist removing countless plants and flowers from her van. Probably received a new shipment, maybe some big ceremony is close.

Next door, a small kiosk sells newspapers to those who pass by. It's always important to stay up to date with English league football results.

These are the moments that make me grateful that I invested in an apartment in Hampstead Village. Yes, the prices are absurd, but nothing would change my mind. There is nothing better than the peace we feel in this place.

"Today is going to be a good day!" I feel it. Nothing can go wrong.

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"Emilyyyyy!!!" I hear my colleague calling me, while I'm tying one of my children's shoelaces. Because there is nothing more complicated for a 5-year-old child, whose fine motor skills are not yet at their peak, than tying their shoelaces. And as parents love to make our lives easier, and just want to follow new fashion trends, they make a point of not buying shoes with felt. And here I am, for the third time, on my knees, tightening one more sneaker, so there won't be an accident. "Hi Patty, how are you?"

"You really like being on your knees" she says to me, as she enters my classroom, with a look indicating that there is a perverse meaning in that statement. Who would have thought that this woman, with a mind capable of making a best seller, capable of putting fifty shades of gray as a support for a defective table leg, spent a life studying pedagogical and psychological studies at one of the best colleges in the country.

I roll my eyes at her comment. "One day one of the parents hears you, and you're going to have problems with Miss Lewis" I get up and guide the little child towards his friends, who are waiting in line. "That old woman needs me! I'm an essential element in this team" She says with an arrogant look, which I know is a joke, because nothing about this woman is arrogant. Childish, yes. Arrogant, never.

"Yeah, yeah. But tell me, do you need anything?" I head to my desk, while making sure I have everything I need for the field trip. It never hurts to review and review everything again. "Miss Lewis asked me to let you know that since your assistant Martha won't be present, our classes will go together" she informs me with a smile on her face.

"Together?! But your kids are 4th graders." I look at her perplexed. Bringing children together, who will probably spend most of their time screaming and trying to escape, not to mention constantly going to the bathroom. Well... there goes the controlled and calm field trip.

"Bah, no problem. You're not seeing the big picture. We can bring the kids together with the older ones, like big brothers. That way, mine get a little more responsibility and yours have fun, and we both spend a calm day at the museum contemplating the statues of the Greek gods" she touches me with her elbow.