Another week came. Like the past one, Lariette stayed past the school hours. She wasn't the only one because most of her colleagues were just the same.
The amber and orange hues of approaching dusk had already painted the skyline even though the clock had yet to strike half past four. The bare trees shivered as the breeze blew by, most of their leaves already fallen and scattered across the damp courtyard.
The smell of rain hung faintly in the air. At this hour, most of the classrooms had grown quieter, save for the occasional chatters and footsteps echoing through the long hallways.
Lariette stayed in the language faculty room instead of the teachers' lounge, seated at the round table with six students. The young ones hunched over their notebooks.
The students were from the eighth grade. They approached Lariette yesterday and asked for some private tutoring after school. She decided to do it today.
