C1 Introduction

"That's it! Go ahead! Come on! The blushes on your cheeks should be evened out!" I yelled at the students in front of me.

They stared blankly "Ma'am!" they complain.

"Hey, Lirel! You're in my class over there in the back, you're all doing makeup!" I yelled again.

They just snorted and continued to put face powder on their faces. I also looked up and licked them before completely leaving their classroom. I only bring a cellphone because I can handle that and I can't blame them if they want to look mature right away or put some lipstick on their face.

"Ma'am Yoreh!"

I frowned and looked around. Who is calling me again? Someone always calls me when I'm in the hallway. If a student doesn't have a crush on him, he will ask for food!

"Ma'am, Mrs. Santiago told me to buy the worker in building 4 something to eat," the student said and handed her the one thousand before running away.

There you go! It's a playground, not a school.

Annoyed, I walked to building 4. There were a few students congratulating me and others avoiding the way. As if I'm re-reciting you here, duh!

I look straight at the road. I'm wearing my usual uniform of black slacks and a pink blouse. My rather curly and long hair is also loose. I can still see in the distance other seniors who are looking at me and winking at me.

"When I hit you upside down," I joked so they immediately laughed.

"You're really different Ma'am!" shouted one.

Your face is different!

I just laughed at them. I stopped in front of other workers who I guess were in their30 to 40s.

"Hello!" My initial greeting caused them to look at me.

"Hello, what can we do for you, ma'am?" asked one.

"Because Mrs. Santiago ordered me to buy food for you. I just want to ask what kind of food you want?" I asked smiling.

They looked at each other in shame.

"Ah! Whatever Ma'am." answered the other.

"Yours, Engineer?" asked the man in front of me and turned behind me.

I almost fell over in shock. I even looked at the one who held the king to support me. I gave him an apologetic smile. I turned my eyes again to the man now in front of me. He's standing straight while his hands are inside his pocket. He raised an eyebrow at me before looking away. He took a few steps to get closer to me while briefly sliding his fingers through his hair.

He chuckled "Nothing," he replied firmly.

Before turning back. Before giving up on myself. As if he doesn't know me. As if he had never hurt me before. As if he was not the reason for my intense tears. Like nothing. As if nothing really exists. As if it's not possible anymore. Like it's really over.