Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Diya/Light/Pajamas/Classroom
You came to the realization as you were on your way out the door that you had not managed to actually find out anything about the bullies. At any rate, you figured you can just get caught up on that later. For now, you simply lead Diya out, saying goodbye to Mrs. Varano, who got a weary glare from your little companion, and then you made your way out to the hall. By then the halls were mostly empty, although there was still a little bit of residual activity outside. Most of the 2 short busses that served the town by commuting the kids who live furthest from school had already left, and the kids who walk home seemed to have mostly dispersed.
You took a quick stop by Diya’s classroom to retrieve her books, getting a rather positive greeting from her 7th-grade teacher. “Oh hello, Mr. Gardner!” she crowed as she came on over to you, “so, did you… enjoy your time with my student?” she asked, casting a knowing grin over in Diya’s direction, getting an embarrassed reaction from her. You remembered this teacher, she practically had an orgasm in the hall just because she mistakenly thought you might be calling her out to help with a punishment.
“Don’t get too excited Mrs. er…”
“Walton,” she supplied.
“Mrs. Walton,” you finished your previous sentence, handing her Diya’s note, “I didn’t do anything like what you seem to be thinking with her.”
“Oh,” she responded, “so that’s why she was called. Well, if either she or her sister give you reason to go farther in the future, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it quite a bit knowing their background and all,” you could clearly see out the corner of your eye Diya was becoming very uncomfortable as this teacher talks. You figured you should probably go soon.
“Well, we’ll see when the time comes, Mrs. Walton,” you said to her, “I’ve got to get young Diya to her sister now to complete her punishment though. You take care.”
“Oh, I will Mr. Gardner, and feel free to give me a call if you ever need any help with one of the students!”
You exchanged goodbyes, and then you were out the door. “I think that teacher also likes to have sex with little kids,” Diya mumbles when you are safely out of ear-shot of the classroom. You had no response and just continued walking on quietly, but it seemed like Diya was not done talking yet, “she always likes to try to be seductive,” she says, “she acts like my aunts do with a customer whenever she teaches a class,” aunts? Oh, she’s probably talking about the other prostitutes at the brothel. You noticed that from her as well when you had peaked into her classroom.