The Scholar
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Ms. Avaca was sitting her desk, legs crossed as she graded the latest quiz she gave her students. It was quiet, as most of the faculty had gone home at this point. The only reason she hadn't left already was because she prefers to grade at school; she rarely gets it done elsewhere.
A knock on the door startles her out of her thoughts, ears alert. It must be one of her colleagues. She collects herself before responding. "Come in!"