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Ms. Cleo taught at Minecraft Elementary School and (most of the time) they loved their job, mostly she loved the kids. There were Joel and Lizzie, bless their hearts, they had been together since kindergarten and sometimes Ms. Cleo would catch Joel giving Lizzie a kiss on the cheek. Joel would also sometimes give her gifts, a candy one day or even a flower that Lizzie would wear the rest of the day. In fact, the only time Joel wasn’t chaotic was when he was with Lizzie. Most of the other teachers would recommend you sit them together.
Jimmy asked to go to the water fountain and then a minute later, Scott and Tango needed to get water too. Tango doesn’t even need water, he’s a blaze hybrid for heavens sakes. But nonetheless, Ms Cleo let them go because they were curious what might happen.
Jimmy came back first, red as a beet. The other two came back in together smirking. Jimmy’s friend, Grian could barely hold in his laughter. Cleo decided they didn’t want to know what happened after all.
Speaking of Grian, this little avian kid did have a soft spot for the disabled kid in their class, Scar. Grian would push Scar’s wheelchair around outside, going as fast as he could on his small legs. When Scar would come back exhausted from long hospital trips, Grian would be there to cheer him up. The two also blew up a microwave in the staff room once, and had (accidentally) given Jimmy a minor concussion with the help of Joel.
Grian, Jimmy and Joel had gone through a strange phase, they had called them selves the “bad boys” and wore leather jackets and sunglasses every day. They also had lots and lots of bread packed into their lunches every day that Ms. Cleo was pretty sure their parents hadn't given them.
Ms. Cleo was outside with the kids during recess. They looked over and saw Martyn and Ren jousting with sticks in the middle of a circle of other kids chanting “Fight!”. They also saw Scar watching the fight with a leaf crown and a stick staff. Cleo guessed he was supposed to be some sort of king, his wheelchair did work well as a throne. Cleo decided not to intervene since they found it kind of funny and half of them wanting to join the kids in chanting.
During recess, Cleo realized Grian wasn’t going outside, nothing seemed wrong so they watched him for a little while. He had a bunch of snails and was painting their shells with what seemed like oddly specific colours and shapes on each one. Cleo walked over to him and asked,
“Hey, Grian. What are you uh- doing?”
“Painting snails” He answered simply without looking up from his work.
“Why are you painting snails?” Cleo pressed.
“I’m painting them to look like my friends and then I’m going tell them if they touch it, they die.” Grian replied laughing a little. Ms. Cleo was slightly surprised but she nodded and left him alone.
The next morning Cleo came into the classroom to see all the kids freaking out about snails on their desks, they were all avoiding them like they were in a mine field. Ms. Cleo jumped a little in surprise when they saw a snail of their own on their desk. They had to admit, Grian had done a pretty good job, it looked like a snail version of themself. Ms. Cleo then had to pick up the snail to demonstrate they weren’t dangerous and a few kids screamed about her dying, all Grian said was, “Dibs on her house.” Which got a few giggles out of his classmates who hadn’t had a slimy jump scare waiting for them that morning. The rest looked annoyed