Myrrine gasped in exasperation, as she read the note. Mr. Carstairs had once again managed to escape his turn of sitting out the detention with the students. Once again, evading his responsibilities. A snarl flashed briefly across Myrrine's face, as she scrunched the note up in her fist.
In her clenched palm it burst briefly into fire, and turned to ash. Only the slightest traces of wispy grey smoke emerging from between her fingers, as she cast the blackened fragments into the bin.
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She'd planned a more relaxing evening for herself, and now that was ruined by the lazy Giles Carstairs. As the final bell rang, she headed for the classroom where detention was served.
Taking the main desk, she got her marking out, ready to pass the time as productively as possible. Looking around the sullen assembled students, she saw the usual familiar faces. Chad: a jock, who usually got passed on his athletic prowess, to hide his poor grades. Jill: who had a reputation that Myrrine hoped was more fantasy and exaggeration than reality. That was too depressing. The others were the standard selection of misfits, the lazy and the stupid.
She assigned them all an essay to write, at least two full pages, and returned to her own marking. Gripping her pen rather too tightly, Myrrine realised she was still furious about Giles Carstairs, and avoiding his responsibilities. He was as bad as any of the students she was supervising...
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