Maya's POV

Monday arrived too quickly, bringing with it its usual challenges. As I entered the school premises, it felt as if I were a stranger. Although I had only been away from the school for two weeks, everything seemed foreign. I walked through the halls, savouring the quietness that surrounded me. My fingers traced the smooth, blue gloss walls as I thought, "Let me enjoy this peace before the day's madness begins."

Approaching Anya's classroom entrance, the scent of coconut oil drifted into my nostrils. A smile broke out on my face almost immediately. Anya had become adept at being the first teaching staff member to arrive daily.

I peered into her classroom, and she was, with her back to the door, engrossed in a phone call. Standing confidently, her blonde hair hung just below her shoulders, and her black pants hugged her figure perfectly. A cream-coloured blouse draped down her shoulder, making her look stunning in every way.

As I got closer, ready to surprise her, she suddenly turned tow