She dashed into the kitchen, hurriedly grabbing a piece of toast from the stack on the kitchen table. She threw open her briefcase, riffled through it, searching for something, and then looked up, staring around the room angrily, making frustrated noises through the piece of toast.
She spotted the piece of paper she'd been searching for and shoved it into her case. She bent down to kiss her husband goodbye, but he was too distracted by his writing to pay her much attention. She didn't mind; this research paper could be a breakthrough in the area of social conformity.
This research was why they, and almost every parent across the country, had chosen not the tell their children the reason behind the coloured marks on their bodies, or the dates that flashed through their minds. Society now allowed it to be a mystery.
She kissed her two year old daughter lightly on the head, and then ruffled the dark blonde hair of her son who, at six, wouldn't have appreciated a more affectionate goodbye.
She had just reached the door when her husband caught up with he. He grabbed her wrist and she spun around on the spot to face him.
"Don't think you're getting away that easily." He smirked playfully, but she allowed him to kiss her only briefly.
"I'm going to be late." She said, pushing him away, but smiling. "I'll see you later."
He waved her goodbye and returned to the kitchen, lazily declining his son's pleas for whatever new gadget it was he wanted this time.
She dashed into the lecture hall only a few minutes late, to much applause and sarcastic cheering.
She rolled her eyes at the collection of students assembled in front of her, turned on the projector and began her lecture.
"Today we will be discussing astronomy. And that's not astrology, it's astronomy. This isn't fortune telling. Well, for the most part.
"First we'll do a quick recap for those of you that have forgotten A-level physics; The formation of stars."
She went on, teaching her students about how gas clouds called nebulae grouped together and formed stars. How these stars would eventually become either red giants, or red super giants, classified on whether or not they'd go supernova when they inevitably imploded.
"They're named after how they're going to die, which is kind of sad. Here's a philosophical question for you;
It's said that one may choose to be like stars; burning dimly for a long time or brightly for just a moment. But stars cannot chose; they are named for how they'll die. If people were like stars, would they call this unfair?"
She watched as her students frowned, some contemplating what she'd said, others wondering how this related to the module.
She smiled to herself, knowing the answer. People wouldn't call it unfair. They'd call it life.
And it was amazing.Right, so that's the end.
Sorry if the ending seemed weird, I just thought it would be cool if she said it, I don't know, it was kinda cheesy but never mind.
Thank you all so much for reading this! I wasn't expecting this story to have quite so many readers, but there you go. That's what happens.
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