ALLING IN LOVE WITH THE MAN OF MY NIGHTMARES (THAT’S (PARA)NORMAL #4) BY CAMILLA EVERGREEN – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Camilla Evergreen
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This wasn’t in my teaching classes. Like, not even my continuing education
courses.
Two weeks later
It’s a miracle I’ve managed to hold it together as long as I have.
Truly.
At the very least, I’m proud of myself.
Andromeda kicks her legs while she sits on her desk, surrounded by the
other children. I’m busy setting up the printouts my class will need after
recess ends. Beside me, Zahra grades journals and draws tiny animals next
to each passing score.
Before Zahra was my assistant, Elsie graded in the back office where
this school keeps the cots for the younger grades’ nap times, the extra books
that don’t fit in any of the other library shelves, and the mandatory
emergency first aid supplies. Elsie was an older woman who preferred the
quiet of the back office when she started with the teacher who worked here
before me. I only had her for a couple years, then she retired late, and I
think it’s been about three years since she passed now.
Unlike Elsie, Zahra can’t stand being alone in that back room.
Since Zahra is my best—read as: only—friend, I know a few more
details about her past than she supplied when she interviewed for this
position in front of my school board.
Her life growing up was garbage, but for one reason or another, her
mother got her diagnosed with schizophrenia. Nowadays, I think the
diagnosis would be refined as mild auditory hallucinations.
Simply put, Zahra hears the voices of things that aren’t there. She
doesn’t love being alone with them. Ever. Sometimes I joke and say they’re
the only reason she’s an extrovert; she argues that she’s so extroverted her
brain had to make up friends whenever any were absent.
But we both know the things she hears aren’t friends.
Some days she looks too exhausted to even pretend.
Lightning crashes across the sky, reminding me why my littles aren’t
playing outside during today’s recess. No one wanted to dart through the
rain and into the stinky gym building today. Nope. They all wanted to have
story time with Andromeda instead.
My eleven children sit around their leader and hang on her every word
as though she’s the oldest kid here. She isn’t. Not even close. But every
school year comes with a queen bee, and she took the crown shortly after
she arrived.
She chirps, “So, right now, the dryads are planting their sprouts in the
woods near here—which is super exciting because that means next spring
we might have a new baby dryad.” Her legs kick, kick, kick as her kinky
curls bounce, bounce, bounce. “You really never know when you’re going
to get a new baby dryad, but the current youngest dryad is hopeful.”
“Why is she hopeful, pacifically?” Riley asks.
“Specifically, she’s hopeful she’ll get to raise a little baby. Dryads don’t
have soulmates or fall in romantic love. They also don’t really have families
with mommies or daddies. They consider one another as sisters. But the
eldest of the copse says if a new baby comes in this next bloom, the
youngest dryad may take care of it.”
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