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Chapter 2
Ray looked at the clock in the hallway just as he was finishing up the last of his duties at school. It was five minutes after nine. He went from classroom to classroom making sure the doors were locked. At a certain room in B Hall he stopped. After considering a minute, he unlocked the door, turned on one set of lights and walked into the room. Ray looked over the motivational bulletin boards, the displays of student work, and the neatly organized teacher’s desk. He went to the windows and pulled down the shades. Sitting down in the high backed leather chair, he leaned back. Yes, when he finished his degree and started teaching this would be what his room would look like. Mr. Chapel was the kind of teacher he would pattern his career after: popular with students, respected by the staff
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