<div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#FFFF80; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #FFFF80">Ethan Drake Black</span> had been underneath a car working away on a gas line replacement for mister O’Connor. An older gentlemen who really should have retired the old car when he retired ten years ago. It didn’t really matter to Ethan, but he still had these thoughts from time to time whenever he worked on a vehicle. He knew the people who owned the vehicles almost as well as he knew their cars. <br/><br/>Ethan couldn’t help thinking about how good life here had been for his family. His twin children Sarah and Alan having positive influences was helping a lot with their behaviours and the loss of their mother. In the teacher Elena the two children had found a role model and mother figure to follow. Alan had seemed to slow down in his trouble making ways. At least Ethan though since less letters from the principle had come home for fights that Alan had started or various other things the young child had gotten up to. The most troubling to Ethan that had made him wonder if he was even doing the right thing had been a year ago when Alan had decided that starting a fire on the roof of the school had been a good idea. Ethan could still remember the flack he’d gotten for that and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew that Sarah’s withdrawal and Alan’s acting out where at the loss of their mother, but he didn’t know how to react to it. It was why when Elena had stepped into his children’s lives in a more active role he’d seen a drastic change. <br/><br/>He couldn’t help the smile at the remembered thoughts of how eager they had both been to see their favourite teacher. It warmed his heart that the kids were finally beginning to make a new life for themselves and so was he. <br/><br/>He hadn’t noticed the sky, even as he worked, but when Mrs. Warrender entered the garage calling out to him. He’d slid out from under the car dusting himself off and grabbing a rag to clean his hands. “Mrs. Warrender,” Ethan said with a bright smile, “you know I always come through for you. Your car’s all done and parked right out back so you can just drive right off, I’ll let you out the back after I get you your papers, this way you won’t be getting wet.” He spoke politely as he led her towards his back room. A very small office space where he kept his files and a few other things handy.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">— - — - —</div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">Sarah Black</span> and <span style="color: #FFFF80">Alan Black</span> had been quite eager to go to school. They had talked non stop about it in the car ride over before dad had gone to work. The two of them were always excited now for the days they got to spend with Mrs. Ellie. She listened to them and understood why they did what they did. Sarah being the more mature of the two was always buried in a book silently at the back of the class. While Alan started any trouble he could. Everyone had been sure that Sarah would be a misfit and Alan was bound for juvenile but Mrs. Ellie took the time to see past the judgement. She had taken an interest in their lives and that meant that Sarah and Alan had opened up to the woman. <br/><br/>Now as they took their seats they were sad to see she wasn’t there. Alan didn’t like the substitute and the frown on his face made it abundantly clear that this would be a bad day to be his substitute teacher. Sarah sighed lightly knowing why her brother did what he did, but not liking it. She took out the book and opened it to page 40. <br/><br/>Alan’s hand shot into the air. He didn’t wait to speak, “Where did Mrs. Ellie go?” he demanded rather quite rudely. Ignoring the fact it was impolite to speak without being addressed.</div></div></div></div>