Database
“And Missus Arnold stands on the opposite end of the window, in Washington’s line of sight, and says, ‘Look at this!’, and she–”
The bell rang, cutting Al off from his speech and strange hand movements. The students seemed to be enjoying themselves, though, which was fun. The best part about being hooked up to the internet was the fact that he knew the strange stories and could at least make the American Revolution a bit more interesting.
“…I suppose we’ll need to pick up this story again another time. Remember, we’re checking the questions for this chapter tomorrow! Try and explain the ones you aren’t sure about! And please, get the answer for that free response question to me before the test- which is next Wednesday! You’re dismissed!”
Al turned to face the whiteboard behind him. He had another AP class coming up, and he should start getting his notes set up…
He supposed it was too much to ask that the digital writing program (and projector, now that he thought of it) be set up in the few minutes before his next class started.
Natasha Pyrope liked to be in the know on what went on around campus. It made life easier when she had detailed information on every fight, squabble, or potentially exposing event the students and faculty could muster. This included keeping her internal database up-to-date. Since she couldn’t rely on the Headmistress to supply her with the necessary information, she had to seek it out herself. This meant picking out the truth from rumors around the campus.
Of course, black, dark-windowed cars were a tell-tale sign of a new employee or student, and Natasha had seen one earlier that week. This was the reason she was taking a few hours off of work to meet the new professor. All she had picked up on him was that he was the history teacher, and apparently a hologram.
Upon reaching the room the new teacher taught in, the lawyer knocked once on the open door before striding into the room.
“You must be the new professor, yes? Natasha Pyrope. I’m here to ask you a few questions.” She stated, taking off her red-tinted sunglasses and tucking them neatly in her blazer’s pocket.













