Wings

Quattuor || Lifeless Corpse

Ultimately, the school had been closed for a grand total of two days- mostly due to parents insistence that they couldn't look after their children when they were at work and it was safer to be around people who were actually medi-trained. Cassidy saw the point in their arguments, though finding it sad that the kids wouldn't be allowed respite for the time being. The school had been not heavily armed, but it was apparent that many things had changed.

Cameras had been fitted in where there were none before, teachers had special key fobs that only allowed them into their classrooms and each classroom was being remodelled to be completely shock proof. A new child psychology unit was being build and proper measures were being put in place for the really emotionally damaged kids. It was, honestly, heartbreaking that so many kids were under both stress from exams and the damage left over from the attack. It might have been melodramatic, but it uncovered personal issues that those kids didn't even realize they had.

The school had been determined to find the proper reason for the explosion, and though Cassidy knew better- she thought that maybe this time something would come up. After all, technology was advancing at such a quick rate it would be no time before they would be able to do something. But alas, just like the many times beforehand- there was absolutely nothing.

"I'm telling you man, the schools been looked over, like five times. And, no joke, by a," He paused, seemingly looking side to side before whispering to his table buddy."bomb squad."

"Liam." Her voice was sharp as she tapped his table, gesturing to the power point. "Pay attention."

Eventually, the school knew that they had to address the issue and make sure that every pupil felt safe enough to come to school and as such begrudgingly blamed it on the science department. Good old faulty gas tubes, a match and a stupid teacher- that had since been laid off- tied up the story in one neat little package. All tied off with a shiny red bow in the form of one of the actual science tubes being faulty- who knew? It was no skin off of Cassidy's back- she'd hated that teacher anyway.

Some of the smarter kids didn't believe it, as the amount of gas needed to create an explosion that big couldn't be generated in a matter of weeks. But they were quickly silenced. So now all she had to do was wait, pretend to be calm and that she wasn't burning up inside with the need to leave and wait for the next sign that they would come.

Sighing, she looked down at her watch and wanted to cry. There was twenty minutes left of her boring, boring boring English lesson. She loved English, loved how words could flow and form and how many different people can experience the same book many different ways but Jesus Christ, could Orwell stop for just ten seconds with the subliminal messaging. Even as a teacher, she gets tired with the poems and the books.

And no, MrBruff is not interesting at all but still he's a good resource. Sighing, she listened as he droned on, and on before realizing that she could be doing this at home. In her underwear, no less. She perked up, she could just send the kids home. Of course, that's violating some rules but they were down on English teachers and loved Cassidy so she might well get away with it. With more energy than she thought she had, she spun round.

"Y'know what? Listen, guys," She capped her pen and threw it on her desk, the clattering pulling people out of their boredom induced haze. She was going to make some notes, but not anymore; she thought gleefully. "You're not listening to me, and I don't think you will even if I shout until I go blue in the face so, go home." They didn't move, everyone frowning as they watched her. Rolling her eyes, she leant against her desk.

"Go home, guys." Please, she added.

"Miss are you serious?" Raising her eyebrows, she flailed her hands.