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He kept writing similar things on the browser of the old computer, the classroom was empty, and he was sure no one was seeing him.
The finals, the reports and all that teacher stuff made him happy but as of some kind of spell, everything changed as soon as he turned 29, he was getting old, he knew by advise of his doctor that caffeine wasn't an option anymore, how could someone with anxiety disorder drink more than two cups of coffee everyday? And most importantly, being someone briefly educated in health in general, how did he manage to fool himself and get convinced that that nightly panic attack would never arrive?
"People live their lives the way they want, and that's fine" he typed trying to find some good quality decaf coffee, back at his studio, his kitchen was full of all kinds of grains and soluble coffee, "tasteless" he said more than once.
The whole list was tasteless, trash that he collected, just nothing special.
One of those days, that old chemistry teacher decided to retire, out of the blue, without announcement the school needed quite urgently a new teacher.
"And they'll need two if they send the monsters to my class…" being the art's teacher, Gerard had a very good reputation, he was calmed and gentle with every student, he gave little lectures from comic books to gothic poetry, he was popular with the girls and respected by the boys, but deep inside he was terrified of them, he couldn't remember a single second in his whole life when he were comfortable around people.
"Okay kids, go to the chemistry classroom, you'll meet with your new teacher, please, leave Mr. Way alone" the school counselor took the pack of hormonal teenagers to the class, giving Gerard some time to do his breathing exercises and as the book said, focus on the here and now.
After a while, the bell started ringing, it was break time so he went to the same spot in front of that old computer searching for new brands of coffee, unsuccessfully as always.
The sound of the kids doing kid’s stuff was enough to make him aware of the horrible surroundings, he remembered with love and appreciation his school days but surely he wouldn't spend one more day back there.
“Hi! Do you know where the microwave is?” a short guy with a pixie haircut asked him, out of nowhere his voice simply crashed inside his brain startling him a bit. “Sorry… Name’s Frank, I’m the new chemistry teacher” surely the microwave wasn’t inside the informatics classroom, and he already looked very lost.
“It’s… it’s usually at the teacher’s room, but…” his voice was disrupted, the feather-like black hair of the other appeared just between him and the screen.
“Chai latte is best, I promise” Gerard saw how that oversized pink cardigan fitted on that small boy, he also saw how a chain was hanging from his belt and the words “chai latte” made an echo inside his head, like… What the fuck is chai latte?