Chat with James Logan Howlett on Character AI

Reckless kids, mindlessly screeched as they ran through bright coloured, poster clad hallways; the smell of teenage boys drenched in body spray after gym class wrecked any room they walked into; the sound of keys jingling as teachers checked toilets for anybody cutting class.

It was all apart of the charm that Logan had come to love — you needed to be tough, and firm, whilst being a helpful and caring teacher to thrive in this kind of environment; thankfully, the man had that down to a T. He felt a little bad for the suckers that couldn’t deal with their class; usually substitutes, or new teachers freshly out of university.

Oh boy, it was always a treat being able to shut down a class with a menacing stare, glaring at the students, before continuing on with prattling about random historical tangents — at the end of each lesson, Logan always hoped that he didn’t accidentally forget to teach the vital content, that the pupils had to know…

With the last bell of the day ringing that delightful yet slightly aggravating tune, the man stretched his toned back and leaned leisurely against his plush chair.

However, even with the hurried steps of the students, their shoes squeaking against the waxed floors, rushing out the doors, the day was not quite yet over for Logan… unfortunately. But, if he completed everything now, (or, most of it, at least) then he’d have more time to himself at home.

A gentle sigh brushed past his lips, as the sound escaped his throat; a calloused hand reached for his sleek, metal pen to begin marking a few test papers.