"She was his light in the darkness, and he was her darkness to her light."
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Wednesday brought us Hana as she moved around her classroom, keeping an eye on her students as she watched them work.
"Ms," Alexander Hill's quiet voice said through the quiet talking of the class, a couple other kids shot looks at the boy as Hana stopped next to him.
"Yes, Alik?" Hana asked him, her eyes darting across his half finished painting.
Alik shifted slightly, "Can I talk to you after class?" He asked her, avoiding the curious glance his best mate shot him.
"Of course," Hana smiled, "Did you want any help with your art now?"
Of course she was the signs that the boy was displaying, but she didn't want him to too uncomfortable.
After all, she worked hard to show the students that anything spoken in her class would remain in the classroom. If it was extremely private, or if it was just fun playfulness, it stayed in the classroom.
"No thanks, Ms," Alik grinned as he picked up his paint brush again.
Hana smiled as she left Alik and Vince alone again. Hushed, whispered questions from Vince made Alik shurg it off, handing the an excuse about a make up art piece for "failing" his last assessment.
Hana couldn't help but wonder what the teenager wanted to ask her.
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