Confessor had been sitting in the staff teacher's lunch room where other professors here at Sempi High took lunch. She hadn't been on the staff long and she was still getting used to their names. She had positioned herself between the door and the soda machine. Her unopened Pepsi sat by her lunch bag. She wasn't hungry at the moment but she knew her next class of anxious beginners were soon going to invade her room and ask her all sorts of questions about healing, rebirth, the afterlife, and of course dying. Most students had given her the nickname of Ghost, which in a term was correct because of her somewhat pale skin and her white robe that she wore on top of her everyday clothes. Today she had put on the robe because in a way it brought her comfort. So many memories of her past were at this school and of course at her former home, which burned down ten years ago. Her parents had died in a terrible explosion at a nuclear power plant that was five miles from there house. Luckily she survived. How she survived she did not know. And that in turn opened up her hunger to learn about healing spells, curing the sick, and even bringing others back to life. Many people would have laughed in her face about reincarnation but she knew herself it was true and that it Could be done. She pulled down her hood letting her full golden braid fall out and she fixed her long golden bangs. She picked up her bag and soda and walked out of the lunch room. Something about her students brought her peace. She walked from teacher lounge because not a soul was in there. She walked in one of the side entrances in the cafeteria and was greeted by the noises of teenagers carrying on during lunch. Some teens sat at the tables catching up on homework for their next period classes. Others sat and ate their lunch not saying anything. She sat down at an empty table and opened up her soda and took a long well drawn out drink. Her eyes scanned the room for trouble makers. Her free hand rested on the table top. She was still getting used to the students' names as well. She could have taken the job the government had offered her but she told them she would think about it. Sure she would have gotten paid a lot more but something about this job told her to take this one. She clearly told her father-in-law, who had offered her the job, to keep her in mind when one similar to it opened up. She was going to give this a go. She pulled out an apple and leaned back into her chair as she tossed her braid behind the seat. She leaned it against the wall. Quietly taking bites out of the apple she let a surreal peacefulness fall over her.