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| PJ Beckett | May 7 2012, 12:46:10 AM Post #1 |
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15 April 2039 Friday 12:32 PJ looked up from her lunch at the sound of knocking on her door. Colin Beckett’s wife didn’t eat in the teacher’s lounge. She couldn’t see anyone through the glass in the wood, so she got up. Peering out, and down, she spotted the source of the disturbance. She twisted the knob and opened the door. Before her stood a little girl, the shortest in her year and daintily built, with bright red hair as curly and wild as PJ’s. Her eyes were robin’s egg blue, and she was covered in freckles. Usually by this time of day she was covered in mud or glue or paint or all three. Today it was red paint, and for a moment PJ’s heart stopped before she remembered the incident that had put it there. Paint, not blood. “Alcyone, are you alright?” she asked. She should have been at recess, after all. Plus, she was still recovering from the momentary scare. “Mmmhmm,” she responded, rocking onto her heels. “Then why aren’t you outside?” “I wanted to talk to you,” she said simply enough. PJ raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and walked over to the yellow table and sat down at one of the little chairs. Alcyone followed. “My little sister comes to school next year,” she began. “That’s great! My little sister was just a year behind me in school, too. You guys will have so much fun.” PJ told her enthusiastically. “Her name is Asterope.” “I remember. Very pretty. You both have very pretty names.” “Daddy says you won’t be here.” “No. I have to stay home and take care of my baby.” "What's his name?" "Sam." “Very pretty,” Alcyone mimicked. “Thank you.” “Daddy says you can’t come back. He says they won’t let you,” she said quickly, watching her foot play with the leg of her chair. PJ didn’t like to lie to kids, but she wasn’t going to confirm that, either. “I can’t leave Sam all by himself. He’ll be too little,” she restated. “Daddy says they don’t like your husband, so you can’t work here anymore. He says it’s not fair. He says you’re good people and that you’re a good teacher.” PJ had started shushing Alcyone the instant that she mentioned her husband, but Alcyone just kept talking. She had figured that her father had said something like that, ever since Alcyone had started telling her that she was a “good person” every day. Kids didn’t usually come up with that sort of thing are their own. “Why don’t we go to recess? It’s an absolutely, positively beautiful sun-shiney day outside.” “Who is going to be Asterope’s teacher?” Alcyone asked instead. “Mr. McGovney,” PJ answered easily. It wasn’t anything personal. He didn’t want her to go, but if somebody other than PJ had to teach fives, he wanted it to be him. “He’s going to have five-year-olds AND six-year-olds?” “No. You’ll be getting a new teacher.” “Who?” She asked, looking horrified. “I don’t know yet. But I’ve met A LOT of teachers. They’re almost always nice and fun and like kids.” PJ looked at Alcyone, but she didn’t look like she believed her. The little girl sighed. “Will you walk me out?” “Of course,” PJ responded, though she really wanted to finish her yogurt. She stood up and took her hand and they headed for the playground. |
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