Francisca ran as fast as she could. She was panicking. Why had she got up so late? Or more importantly, why had she accepted that extra chot of vodka at three in the morning. She was going to be late for her first day of school!
Luckily, she arrived at the bus stop just as the squeaky old bus noisily arrived. She jumped on board, sank into the first empty seat, and fell asleep.
She woke to the sound of seagulls, and a short hairy man saying, "hey lady. It's the end of the route. Everyone has to get off". She opened hers eyes, first gradually, then suddenly. Where was she? She couldn't see any of the grey buildings and graffitied walls that characterized her school zone.
She got down from the bus onto sand. She'd arrived at the beach! "Oh well", she thought, "maybe I'm not meant to be a teacher after all!"
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