CANT BURY SAGA

Little Hairs📅

Batley concluded her lesson quite early. She gave the students an assignment which was to cover the remaining minutes of the lesson. After giving them the instructions concerning the exercise, she left for her office. She was too tired. This has been a tough week she thought.

Little teacher Batley was on teaching practice for six months. This was her second month and she was wondering why she chose the teaching career. It was too exhausting. Feeding new concepts into teenagers' minds was not a walk through the park. She longed for this internship to end. She still had one year in campus and she could not wait to start earning.

"Hey watch it miss" Someone interupted her thoughts. She realized that she nearly run into a bucket that the cleaners were using. "Sorry" She said rather to herself and managed to make it to her office. She shared the office with a senior teacher who taught the same subjects as her. That is French and Art. The senior teacher was not yet back from her lesson. Batly took advantage of her absence to get some undisturbed sleep. She set the alarm clock at 3:50pm. Enough time for her to sleep before the senior teacher arrived. She would also have some time to pack before she left work at 4pm. She saw a text from Nat asking how her day was. She had grown tired of telling him about  her cumbersome days so she ignored it. Having adjusted the volume of her phone, she placed it on the desk and drifted to slumber land.

"Miss Little Hairs why are you sleeping during working hours?" She heard from afar. She slowly rose up to find out who was the owner of the creepy nick names. She couldn't recognize the person no matter how much she rubbed her eyes. She couldn't remember seeing him anywhere. She was new here and this explained why she did not know him. She actually spent most of her time in class or in her office. She is not the social type. She gazed at the man waiting for him to introduce himself.

"Ok I am not good at any staring games so, you win, Miss Little Hairs." He pointed out, stressing  the last words. "And, you have a visitor at the reception." He then went away.
Batly looked at her phone, she has slept for only fifteen minutes. Some people are so rude and mean, she thought. Why dont they let me nap for some time?She asked out loud.

"Talking to yourself,huh?..With the door wide open." She was startled by the senior teacher's voice. She had not heard him come in. She was distracted in her thoughts. She then remembered that the stranger didn't lock the door. "Hehe its nothing and about the door, am just getting out now." She didn't want to go into the details of explaining more about the stranger.

"Its ok. Can i ask for a favour?" The senior teacher asked as she looked at their work schedule on the wall. "About what?" Batly asked hoping that she was not giving her extra lessons. Senior teachers were naughty  for giving the juniors their lessons. "A student has requested for remedial lessons on Thursdays. I have a doctors appointment every Thursday evening and I cannot make it. I see here that you have only two lessons on that day during the morning hours. Would you mind helping the student understand French concepts?"

Batly did not understand why the senior teacher would'nt just change the remedial hours to a day when she would be available.  Even the weekends would have worked. Why would she give her an extra load? Plus it was just a request she had the option of turning it down and just giving the student extra work. Senior teachers are a nuisance. She thought that Batley didnt have other things to do.

"Hey.... Think about it you'll let me know. And just so you know, the student comes from a rich home." She paused. "They'll pay you well." She stated as she smiled. Batly did not understand this teacher. Did she think money could motivate her?

Just as the last bell sounded through the hall ways, she remembered she had a visitor. Batley parked her bag.
She retouched her scarce make up wondering who would visit her at her work place. She didn't have a rough time with her hair since she had cut it into a perfect bob style. It explained the reason for the stranger calling her Miss Little Hairs. She laughed at the weird nick name in her mind and went to see her visitor.

She saw a restless man as she made her way to the waiting lounge. When she approached him, she recognized him. He was Henry. His brother. She started smiling and moved forward to embrace him. Henry moved to the side. He was angry. "Do i have to wait for a freaking hour so that i can see my working sister?"

"I had...."Henry cut her off by telling her that they had to urgently go to the town mortuary. He didnt give her explanations. Her efforts of trying to get more information bore little fruits. She then decided to sit queitly as Henry drove to the morgue. Her hurt was beating way too fast.