The students straightened in their seats as if on instinct, their earlier chatter replaced by an oppressive silence.
They look a little funny. Am I really that scary?
The air in the room shifted, the tension noticeable. Ms. Evos hesitated for a moment before regaining her composure and returning to her position at the front of the class.
How can a teacher lose her composure just by seeing a superior? She needs more training.
Her teaching, however, was now markedly different. Every word she spoke was cautious, as though carefully measured.
Her gestures became deliberate, and her explanations carried a newfound clarity, but her nervousness was evident.
I hope the other teachers won't react the same way. I am very open to communications after all.
The students, meanwhile, listened intently, their eyes flicking occasionally toward Ahcehera, who sat like a sentinel, her eyes sharp and observant.
