At the end of a long day, I stepped into the office to sign out. My timesheet sat on the desk, buried among stacks of reports and memos. The principal was there, his head lowered, avoiding eye contact as if I were invisible. Did he truly understand what happened within his own school? I wondered briefly, though at that moment, it didn’t matter. I signed my name quickly and turned to leave.
Under The Radar
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End of the day
The walk home was brisk, the evening air sharp and unforgiving against my coat. Flickering streetlights cast uneven pools of light, their erratic glow guiding me along the familiar path. When I finally pushed open the door to my apartment, the rush of warmth enveloped me like a long-awaited embrace. As I set my bucket down, my thoughts wandered back to the knock that had disrupted my routine the night before. A lingering feeling whispered that this was just the beginning.
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