mambasnake

Mrs. Evans sighed as she stepped into her classroom, her worn-out flats echoing softly against the linoleum floor. It was the beginning of another academic year, and she couldn't help but feel a familiar sense of dread mingled with resignation. Every year that passed with this class seemed to blur into the next, the same cycle of chaos and frustration. She had been in the profession long enough to when things were a lost cause and to not take things personally, but the boys in this class really did push the limits of her patience As she took her place at the front of the room, her gaze fell upon the two chief troublemakers, Mark and Chris, who were lounging in the back of the room, their mischievous grins signalling that they were already up to no good. them as the resident class clowns. You'd, have thought now in their senior year, the pair would have matured and grown up a bit but Mrs. Evans knew better. Mark, with his freckled face and perpetual smirk, and Chris, his curly hair