As Easy As ABC

Chapter 5: Little Less Lonely Together

"What?" I ask doing a double take.

"Yeah. Manny has been driving by the house, badgering me about you, why you don't text him, where you are-"

"Tell me you haven't given him information about me" I cut her off. At this time I swear I couldn't be happier to be in china, miles away from home.

"Of course not, not after what happened the last time" she says in a sad tone.

I wince remembering what happened that time, but before I have the chance to spiral down in ugly thoughts, I push it away.

"Hey listen, I got to go. It's getting late here anyway and I have to sleep", I manage to get out hurriedly all in one breathe.

"Sapph, wait—", before she has a chance to continue I cut her off ending the call.

I lay down in bed thinking about everything that has happened today.

"The perfect ending for this shitty night." I thought bitterly laying down in bed trying my best to control my emotions and not let the tears out.

After a few seconds of breathing erratically trying to keep my composure, I just think fuck it, and let it all out, crying myself to sleep yet one more night.

* * *

The start of my Monday had nothing special about it.

I woke up, surprisingly well rested, considering the events of last night; got into the shower, threw some clothes on, add some makeup, went to get breakfast, went down to the lobby.

From there, they just got me on a cab and to the school I am currently at. The school is shockingly big for a public elementary school, it has different buildings (like 4 or 5 stories high), a lot of hallways connecting them all together, lots and lots of classrooms, but most importantly—I has a lot of students I wasn't expecting.

Fun fact, I love the act of learning and I love teaching. Kids? Not so much. You see, kids and I never really got along; whenever they made me hold a baby she or he would just start crying immediately and when that happened I felt like crying as well; I felt like I had to impress seven year olds; trick fourteen year olds into thinking I was cool, which I totally am, but sometimes they don't think so, personally I don't get it; but most of all, they need so much attention.

I guess I can just say they are so unpredictable they freak me out.

So imagine my shock when I walk in and I see literally dozens of kids running around, screaming, playing, fighting – I'm not even kidding here, legit punches – yeah, I felt doomed. They outnumber the teachers, if they acknowledge this, then we are screwed.

Since we are relatively a lot of volunteers for one school, they divide us into two groups, to go to two different schools. Unluckily for me, I wouldn't be seeing Marek or Gerhard this week because they are going to the other school along with more volunteers.

I'm currently sitting in 'the teachers' lounge' which isn't that bad. It had internet connection, much needed AC, desks, chairs, a chalkboard, instant coffee and water.

Brando, Juliana, Violet, and Tesla were already sitting in a table playing cards. They also told me the one I would be teaching with this week was Violet, the Moldavian girl, she seems very nice and friendly so I don't feel as nervous.

"Guys, time for the warm up", Camila pops her head through the door and disappearing quickly after.

The what now?

They all start walking out the door so I follow suit. Apparently they're heading to the room beside us, where all the kids are already lined up for. Let me tell you, these are a lot of kids. Between them and us this double-sized-classroom is packed.