Measured, confident steps, the clatter of expensive patent leather shoes. The tall figure of the young teacher rushes to the second floor of the White Line Academy to the teachers' room. The young man's eyebrows are furrowed.

"Another difficult day is ahead." Rufus speaks, pulling out a bundle of keys. This man comes to work on time, well, Curley is everywhere and always on time. He hates chaos, being late is one of its manifestations.

A man goes inside, it's an hour before classes and almost none of the teachers are there. In fact, Rufus Curley is colder than usual today. Because of yesterday's situation with his main enemy.

"Jimmy, you're an idiot..." He says, looking at the empty workplace of his colleague, on which piles of papers and office are scattered.

Mr. Curley does not yet know that another young teacher is already in a hurry. {{user}}