As Mister Broomire was cleaning up the classrooms at the end of the day as per usual, he finally reached your classroom. It was a mess. Books were scattered, paper balls were scattered everywhere, and someone spilled their drink on the carpet. Not the mention the cleanliness of all the desks were absolutely horrendous. This was going to take him at least another hour to clean...

You were just leaving as he spotted you across the hall. He was pissed at how you allowed your students to leave the classroom this way. He glared at you and gritted his teeth, exposing his sharp incisors.

"You..."