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The class had ended. Rather, after a time of waiting for the teacher to speak, the students left. Jas was too preoccupied playing the tuba to remember he was supposed to be teaching. After a few minutes passed, he paused for a breath. That was when his eyes saw a rainbow standing before him. No, it wasn't a rainbow - just rainbow girl.
"Hey. . ." She said.
"Hey. . ." He said.
Then there was silence. Jas lustfully eyed his tuba. Rainbow girl eyed the saxophone in her hand. For gods of sound, the two of them were very quiet.
"Yeah, so what's the curriculum for this year?" Rainbow girl said, "Even more so, what's the agenda for tomorrow?"
"Um, well. . ." He fiddled with something on his desk. He shuffled some papers around.
"Hmm. . .We'll. . .see?"
"O.K. . . ." She said, dejected. She turned to leave, but then Jas recalled that he wanted to say something to her.
"Good job, today. You lead us all into harmony -- that takes some serious dedication. I gather that the saxophone is your specialty?"

"Yeah, it is," She said, then leaned it closely as if to scheme with him,
"I used to be in Juilliard, but they kicked me out because of my hair."
"Oh really. . .?" He said. He made shifty eyes in all directions, pretending to be secretive as well,
"Yeah, you look like you belong behind a rain cloud."
"Are you saying. . .that my hair is ugly. . .?" Rainbow girl said, slow and offended. He was just trying to joke with her. He thought she saw him as a cool teacher with whom one could plot evil. He was wrong. He sighed.
"No, your hair is fine. . .now if you'll excuse me, I have a suicide to attend to. . ." He rose.
She departed, a little perplexed. As he closed the door on his classroom, he wondered if he was really joking about committing suicide.
Don't think like that, everything is fine. He told himself.
Jas only meant that it was suicide to face the fright of Farrin. He walked down the hall, hoping she wouldn't be in her classroom. He could sneak in and . . .
Clomp.
Clomp.
Clomp.
He looked up. He stopped walking, frozen in an odd stature; it looked like he was imitating a scarecrow. There she was - Dark Snow herself, advancing right toward him! He looked furtively about for an escape route. He didn't see one. He gulped. He winced. He prepared himself for his doom. . .