The activities in the morning have ended and it is now lunch break. However, although it is a break, it is not the case for us school personnel. From the entrance of the classroom next door, one can hear the lively conversation.
Entering the classroom, one will see school-related personnel, relatives, and accompanying people filling the originally spacious special classroom. Until just now, I was also left there, but I cleverly got away and escaped.
"Teacher Ben!"
"Um?"
I was just about to escape from the busyness and was in a daze in the corner of the corridor when I was suddenly pulled back to reality.
"Teacher, do you have a spare key?"
"Oh, yes. I have it with me."
Running up to me is Piney, the assistant of the student council. He stares at me with a confused expression on his face, probably puzzled by my reaction. Only when he shows such an expression do I come to my senses and force out a smile as if to cover up.
