Final bell.
Noisy pandemonium erupts and is sustained for ten minutes before gradually fading to silence.
Nola Baxter lifts her head from her hands.  Now it is safe to emerge from her cocoon.

Looking around the grounds outside her classroom door, Nola utters an expletive.
Damn kids, she thinks.
They have left the place in shambles — papers, jerseys, lunch boxes and even the odd shoe scattered across the playground.

How inconsiderate!  How irresponsible!  she mutters under her breath.
Little pigs!  Little monsters!  Is this the thanks I get?
Nola is so tired. She is completely spent.
She used to love teaching.  She used to enjoy getting out of bed in the morning.
Now she is just so damn tired.

With a sigh she leans down and starts to pick up the litter in front of her home-away-from-home.
Maybe it is time to resign. she thinks. Maybe I should call it quits.
I’m not getting through to these kids anyway!  They certainly don’t appreciate anything I do.

One piece of paper catches her eye — an A5 paper folded into fourths and brightly decorated.
It looks like a note that has been passed from one person in the class to another.
Nola’s temper rises again.  They don’t even listen to me!  Too busy passing notes.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she unfolds the letter.

“I love Mrs Baxter.  She is my best teacher ever.”

 

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Today’s assignment:   You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to whom it’s been addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.