NOT Class 1-A

Lazy clouds floated across the sky, bellow on the school ground running like ants were the latecomers, rushing to get to class. As if it mattered.

A puff of smoke drifts up to join the lazy clouds, a lanky student watches it drift up as they lean against the wall. The roof was her place, the place she would go rather then class. It was a shame, it took a lot of influence and money to get a student with her attendance into 1-A.

Not that she didn't have the brains. Another puff drifts up, the ember at the end of her fag lighting up as it reached her lips. This gender-less student in a male uniform had better things to do then go to a class taught by some Prude.

Blue never did understand why he chose to use his degree for teaching. That opening at the chemical plant was so lucrative... One of the things he learned about teaching was that the only way to get through the day without strangling a kid or two was to have your planning period be the earliest as possible and to use it to smoke a blunt on the roof instead of using it to meet parents or to grade papers. By the time he got to the door he had already lit it and began puffing to get the cannabis to burn evenly. When he opened and stepped out the door he let loose a great puff of thick white smoke.

He let the door close by itself and stood opposite of it out of sight of anyone who could possibly come up here this early in the day. This allowed him to put his blunt out quickly enough to not be caught, and the sunglasses he always wore would conceal the redness of his eyes. He had a perfectly valid excuse in case another member of the faculty showed up and smelled the smoke. He'd just say he got a tip that some kid had been smoking up here, like the kid who was currently smoking up here.

Night was surprised that someone else had come up here this early. More so that it was a teacher. But instead of rushing to crush out her fag she calmly took another puff and blew it in his general direction before going back to staring down at the now empty school yard. She wasn't afraid of any teacher, specially not some old guy.

Glancing back at him she wondered if he would call her out. not that it would be much of a problem, trouble's never really been able to stick to her. Finally she decided to shoot him a quick wave and a grin before returning to lazily puffing smoke and watching the world go by.