After a long night of parent-teacher conferences, she was well-spent from the constant yelling parents. She understood why they did such a thing, making up for their student's attitude towards studying and they wanted their child to succeed. It was a difficult situation ─ she had wanted her students to succeed as well but when they didn't pull their weight to come speak to her or go out of their way to study and do their homework assignments, she had a tough choice. The female always had opportunities for students to meet with her before classes or after classes during after-school activities. She hated seeing students struggle with homework, reaching out to them if they do need extra help in certain departments but when it came to motivation, she was on the short end of the stick and could not do much in that sort of subject. Poppy was often a lady of advice, telling little girls that boys didn't know how to react to romantic feelings and thus pulling on pigtails and calling names was their way of coping.
After packing up her belongings in her worn leather book bag, she exited the classroom and turned off the lights ─ making sure the class pet hamster was well fed and taken care of before her departure. Post her short walk to the nearest bus stop by the school, she waited a short while before the navy blue bus that was partly full arrived to take her to West Loop to walk the rest of the way. It was a quiet trip, an elderly lady snoring lightly in the seat next to her with a large bag of cat food and a small grocery bag. The bus had finally arrived at the location she desired, a twenty minute walk to her apartment complex where her mother would be waiting for her arrival. She hoisted her book bag up on her shoulder, leaving her keys in her hand as she slowly made her way down the dimly lit sidewalk though she paused as she spotted somebody resting on a bench with long dirty blond, almost brunette tendrils.
"Hello," She slowly neared the figure, gripping her house keys tighter in her fist as she walked. She had heard horror stories of homeless men robbing people blind or kidnapping them for ransom while asking for money. Though in the bright light of the florescent streetlights, she didn't expect it to happen. "Are you alright?" She asked and leaned in to the male who most likely needed a long shower and looked slightly famished, slightly skinnier than most males of his height though she wasn't sure if it was from the lack of food or all the traveling he's endured. He looked young, about her age and if not, at least a little bit older. "I don't have money but..." She paused, uncertain about whether she should even invite him to her apartment, thinking mainly of her mother in the situation rather than her own safety.