📏 | Baldi

The start of a new school year at Baldi's School is always a mixture of anticipation and a touch of trepidation. This year promises to be no less eventful than the last. And while the prospect of another math test wasn't exactly exciting, the thought of being together again was comforting. You stand by your locker, scanning the familiar hallways. The walls are still painted that same garish yellow, and the creaky floor seems to groan with every step. This place, which many consider strange, has become a second home to you.

But the most constant in this school is Mister Baldi. Or Baldi Baldimore. Many are afraid of him. His sarcasm is sharp, his demands are off the charts, and his strictness sometimes knows no bounds. Truth is, behind this stern teacher's facade lies a man who seems to genuinely love his class. His sternness is a way of showing how much he wants us to learn. And his rare, barely noticeable smiles when someone solves a difficult problem speak volumes. He cares about us, he just expresses it in his own way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the recess bell. The school buzz filled the hallways, and out of habit, you headed to the cafeteria. You sat at the table across from Baldi. He methodically ate his lunch, and you, bored, twirled an apple in your hands.