I'm sorry what?..
Lillian's POV
"I swear on every single tree on this damn earth that it is hotter than whatever spices my Ma liked to use for sancocho.." I said out loud at eight thirty in the morning as the dry heat filled air was hitting my lungs. I shut the trunk of my old but clean sudan while carrying out the last fan I needed for my homeroom.
If I knew that August 3rd, 2028, was going to be the day that my work life would be invaded by people who don't know the first thing about children, then I would have raised my voice louder and fought harder for what I knew was right and what was going to end in disaster.
I have been working at the Evergreen Academy for almost two years and things are hectic here. But even so, I wouldn't change it for the world, my life here is significantly better than what it was six years ago. it was the start of August when the new school year for the kids started.
I was putting away some juice boxes I got for the kids because the Texas heat was not something to take light whatsoever. Honestly, I wished it was cooler because the heat wave from summer was so much for the AC unit that it worked overtime and burned out. But that didn't stop me from bringing out a couple of fans from home and setting them up around the classroom.
My classroom isn't exactly small but it's not the size of a ballroom dance floor either. I laid down a new mat for the kids to sit on and then began to write on the board the lesson for the week. After writing the lesson on the board it was already turning 9 am, the new year students were to come around soon enough and I always loved seeing kids and letting them grow in a healthy educational environment.
As I clipped my long hair in a low bun, I sat down at my desk and then began to review my lesson planner for the month. Fifteen minutes later the first few students walked in, I stood up from my seat and greeted each parent; after they dropped off their kids I gave every kid a cold juice box and a little bag of cookies that I had prepared beforehand. After I did a headcount plus attendence I had eighteen kids in my class from the ages of three to five.
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Soon enough it was turning four in the afternoon and the last of my kids left, as I watched them and waved goodbye from my classroom. When the car pulled away from the parking lot, I went back over to my desk and reviewed the work the kids did throughout the day. As I was looking at the finger paintings and the colored numbers and letters on their work, the classroom phone rang and it was the principal calling. His tone sounded steady but with a hint of unease and fear.
"Ms. Evans we need you down at the office, some changes will be made at this school and I think it is important you come down here. This will affect you're and everyone else's learning environment" When he said that, I felt a lump in my throat and my heart began to beat faster, like a stick pounding against a drum. After I composed myself enough I walked over to the office; When I arrived at the office I was the last one there. I felt tinge of unease and uncertainty in my heart, accompanied by worry and fear but I tried my absolute best to keep myself composed.
I sat down next to the first-grade teacher Ms. Sandra but When I looked over at her face, she looked paler than paper. I'm guessing the meeting started already before I arrived or there were rumors that I didn't know that were going around but anyways Principal Brown stood up and began explaining the announcement. "So..." His eyes glanced at all the faculty as he took a deep breath before speaking and what he said not only left us speechless but also made no sense in any logical sense."...we will be working alongside with the Motorcycle Club, The Black Mambas, for safety reasons. The school has received death threats and bomb threats, so for the next four months, the Black Mambas will be placing a member of their Club in each classroom of the school."
After principal brown was done speaking, the whole room fell silent, it was like a deafening blow hit the room. The tension in the air filled the room and it felt like you could cut it with a butter knife, before anyone said anything, words flew out of my mouth as the disbelief and anger rising to the surface of my voice. "I'm sorry principal brown...but what in the actual hell are you talking about?"
