butcherpuppy

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  Css A homeroom teacher's POV

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  It has been 2 days since the first introduction css, obviously most of what I said is exaggeration and its mainly there for formalities.

  I really don't think I would live for long if I truly begun to treat these students like 'just' students.

  A prince and princess, countless noble lineages. Any one of them could ruin my teaching career with a few words.

  I expected to run into some problems but the first and second day of genuine training provided good results.

  Sure, some of the students were angry at being told what to do by a teacher of an academy but at least the truly powerful children had yet to compin about anything.

  Unfortunately however, there is already a problem child, I was concerned about her at first when she appeared for the introductory css.

  The horrible smell of disenfectant originating from her even made me take a step back, so thats why I didn't say anything about the other students refusing to sit close to her.

  Luckily she didn't interrupt the css as at all and sat towards the back of the hall.

  I was willing to forgive the tardiness of missing the first actual css session and tried to be reasonable to an extent. However, I cannot forgive a student skipping two csses and school days in a row.

  As the students of css A's chosen caretaker and education provider it is my duty to uphold these values.

  Well, maybe I will give it another week..

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  ~5 hours earlier~

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  Leaving the gymnasium filled with sweaty and panting students I again notice that a particur small female student is missing.

  Quickly scanning for a bck haired and short statured student I shake my head and head to the teachers lounge.

  Stepping into the teachers lounge I see a couple of the other homeroom teachers for year 1 students and say my greetings, moving to my ptop bag hung on the hangers I set up camp at a comfy leather chair in the corner of the room behind a small coffee table.

  "You look grumpy today, whats up?"

  Looking upwards I see the woman in charge of year 1's css D, her short bck bob cut distract me from the questioning gaze coming from the hazel eyes of her impish face.

  "It's nothing much michelle, just a problem student already skipping the first two days of csses"

  "Thats really surprising davis, I would not have expected that from a css A student to be honest with you, who is it?"

  Spinning my ptop around I show her the screen stopped on a students profile. Most of the profile is cssified with only her name, age, and basic body specifications being listed. Little to no information described mental descriptions or teaching requirements.

  "Anna? hmm I don't really see why they would be in css A to begin with? ... Hukito?.. H-HUKITO?!"

  Opening my eyes in confusion at the sudden outburst and looking around to notice the other teachers also looking at her in confusion I blink at the next words that come pouring out of her mouth.

  "Anna Hukito, the only daughter of Hukito GDT. That Hukito??!"

  "How would I know who she is? Everything on her student information page is bnked out or cssified"

  Spinning the ptop around to face me again I look closely and a wave of confusion slowly begins to seep over me.

  "Though... if I compare how she looked in the homeroom css to this picture.. its very... different."

  In my mind I look at the difference between the joyously smiling girl on the picture and can point out a few key differences.

  Firstly, the picture used for this student ID is clearly a much younger version of Anna. Like a 5 year difference.

  Secondly, she is wearing some form of light blouse with short sleeves in this ID, compared to the slightly oversized pulled over school uniform she was wearing when I saw her.

  And finally, the overall feeling I get from my mental image and this picture is.. concerning. In the picture I can see a youthful and cheerfully smiling girl and yet the real version of her.. its sad to even think about.

  "Different? what do you mean its different?"

  "Nevermind Michelle, I think its best we don't bother her too much. I haven't heard anything from the cleaning staff of the dorms so she is still alive and well. I will leave this until the end of the week and if she still refuses to show up to csses then, I really will have no choice but to get involved here."

  Closing the ptop I decide to head home for the day. Getting involved with a mega companies daughter, probably isn't the best idea.

  On the pathway out of the building I stop briefly.. Maybe I should check?.. ahh screw it, getting involved too early will spell doom for my career.

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