The booths and the vast field continued buzzing with excitement. One of the games, the sack race for the eighth-grade students, began.
Parents took pictures as they joined the crowd gathering near the starting line. The teachers responsible for the game shouted instructions through megaphones.
"Class 8-D! GOOO!"
"Kenny! Hurry up!"
"Careful! Don't trip!"
Cheers, applause, and groans filled the air, coming from the participants and the audience.
However, Lariette slowly faded into the background. She went through the morning on adrenaline and responsibility for her students, but it got harder to ignore her cramps.
Shifting her weight on one foot, Lariette pressed her lower abdomen discreetly. But Nora noticed her action immediately, including the discomfort evident on her face.
"Lari, you need a breather," Nora murmured beside Lariette, "Go and get some rest. I can handle the rest. Staying in this cold won't do you much good either."
