Ms. Olive struggled to pick up her feet as the crowed of teachers followed, slothful and slow behind.These woman showed no apprehension or worry, and seeing her's they made no effort to give chase to her. She was almost limping now. Strange sensations and headaches filled Ms. Olive's head, perhaps from using up too much power or losing morale. Whatever the reason, more and more duplicate Teachers poured out of the doors and onto the field. Soon they could stand in place and capture her whole, the numbers alone would overwhelm her.
Weren't her remaining Secretaries still active? Had they already been converted she wondered? Cursing under her breath, she needed reparations. Reinforcements. Recruits. Anyone, or anything to save the sincerity of her Professionalism before it was smothered out by these educators.
As the number of Teachers on the field filled in, finally blocking her every route, enclosing in she saw the last ditch of hope afforded by her luck.
A lone young adolescent stood scared at the center. Blue jeans, ponytail, youthful but fearful eyes. But it was alright, she didn't understand yet. She just didn't understand. She would soon.
Being much closer to this young lady than the Teachers, Ms. Olive ran over. Ran and tripped, bad move. Her pursuers closed in, closer and closer. There was no time to recover, Ms. Olive crawled. She focused all her energy and the last of her converting Aura onto her palm, and inching forward bit by bit, struggled to reach the lady before the Teachers did.
"Just...one... more." Were her last words before the shadows of a mob completely enraptured the two. Could she have made it in time?
