Okay, Whiew! I just wrote up that profile. I'll write Cinderella's first post, then Hansel and Gretel's.
Cindy Rell- 'Cinderella'- Storybrooke High I yawned. Another long, long day of school. It wasn't that I hated it.... but the thought of having to go to the laundry place when I was done, and hardly get payed.... My! I hate Missy Prissy Regina! I pulled my schedule out from my pocket, and searched it. Silly me! Why am I always so forgetful?! I walked towards my first class, and searched an empty seat. Archie Hopper was my teacher in this one... I sat down slowly, resting my head on my hands. "I'm sick and tired and bored of---" I mumbled, not noticing somebody sit in the seat beside me. "What was that?" I jumped up. "Oh! You scared me!" I exclaimed, but saw it was just Rose. "Calm down!" she said. "I'm just-- jumpy I guess." I smiled. "Naw.... Something's bothering you." "You're right. If I tell you.... Promise you won't report to---" I said. "To Regina? Sure." she said. I told her all about my money issue, and how doing practically everybody in this town's clothes was wearing me out. "I'm thinking of quitting. I'll wash my OWN clothes, and nobody else's...." I said. I saw a frown form on her face. "What?" I asked. "I think you might get in trouble if you do that... But you can try." She said trying to sound hopeful for my sake. I smiled. As I stood up, I saw Gretta run in the door, pulling her brother Jake in. Her hair looked a mess, her makeup looked like she had put it on in a hurry, her maskara on her eyelashes showed that she had cried, and her close was all crumpled and wrinkled. Jake didn't look much better. His hair was a shaggy mess, and his clothes wrinkled also. His eyes looked sad, and he was breathing hard. "What?---" I said. I saw Rose get up, and walk quietly over to them. What could possibly be wrong?
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When you really want to slap someone,do it and say "Mosquito!"
Archie Hopper-- Jimminy Cricket-- Storybrooke High
Ah the first day of school. I wouldn't mind it so much if we would just skip the assembly. For years Regina has never taken the slightest interest in her speeches and the students (not to mention teachers) have never really cared. I sighed to myself and began writing on the chalkboard placed in the front wall. Students began filing in, picking random seats about the room and filling the area with chatter.
I turned around and cleared my throat. "Goodmorning class."
They continued to talk and gossip amongst themselves, not hearing a word. I rolled my eyes and continued writing on the board. They would eventually notice what was happening in the front of the room. They always did.
I walked over to the light switch and smirked to myself. But... it's always better to get their attention sooner. I flipped the switch and the lights went out. Immediately the idle chatter was replaces by, "What on earth?" and a few other words I didn't fully appreciate in the English language.
"Good morning class!" I said a little bit more enthusiastically and turned the lights back on. "Welcome to your first day of school."
A simeoultaneous groan echoed from the teenagers. Ignoring their lack of spirit, I dove right into todays lesson. "And we will be starting off the school year with some of the best forms of writing: poetry."
Another groan. And so it begins.
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David Graham-- Prince Charming #1-- Storybrooke High
"So what are we doing here?" I asked lazily, glancing over at Henry. We decided to skip the first period and savor the cool morning outside in the stadium.
Henry shrugged. "I listen to my mom everyday. One assembly isn't going to kill me," he replied.
"It will if your mom finds out. I can see it now: Mayor Thorn embarassed by wayward son," I said as if reading tomorrow's headlines in mid air. Henry scoffed.
"Yeah right. My mom has the newspaper wrapped so tight around her finger, Sydney would never let something like that slip," he joked.
"True," I laughed and threw my football in the air, passing it from hand to hand.
"HENRY!"
Both of us stopped and looked down from our perch in the bleachers to the track. A girl came running out and was looking around wildly like she was in a hurry. Henry groaned. "Oh great."
"Isn't that your sister?" I asked.
"Step-sister," he corrected. "Looks like Mom has her little pigeon looking for me."
"Henry!" she called again, only this time she saw us.
"Aren't you going to go down?" I asked.
"Why? My mother needs to stop interfering in my life. I don't need a little birdy following me everywhere."
She began climbing up the steps quickly. For a minute I was impressed. Why wasn't this girl on the track team?
"Henry," she gasped for breath.
"What?"
"Regina knows you skipped her speech."
"So?"
"So... she doesn't want you to miss your first class. Please, can we just go? I don't want to be late."
"What's stopping you?" he asked.
She sent him a knowing look. It wasn't angry or frustrated... it was more tired and sad...
"You know very well what. Please, Henry--"
"Fine, I'm going."
"Uh, yeah. I might as well get going too. English you know--" I mumbled and started down the bleachers with Henry. His sister-- step sister-- followed.
"I think I have Spanish," Henry muttered. "Why do I even need to learn Spanish? It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"What about you?" I turned and asked... I always forgot her name. She's always so quiet.
"Um... English," she mumbled and hugged her arms. I gave a half-hearted smiled before looking back at my football.
"Hey Henry, go long."
Spoiler
I think my posts will get a little bit shorter once this gets going. ;D Sorry for frying your attention spans.
I ran into the first room I found. We were late. I stopped in front of a room full of gaping faces. I muttered a small sorry and ran out, dragging Jake. "Gretta! Stop..." said Jake. He yanked hard on my hand, and I stopped. "Calm down. You're okay. Calm down. It's okay." He said, comfortingly. He reached out, and hugged me, kissing my forehead. "It's okay, sis. The office is this way. We can explain I'm sure..." He said. As he led me to the office, I scanned my surroundings. "Wait-- Let's go to the bathrooms first." I said. "I know-- you want to wash your face. Let's go. Do you have a comb?" he asked. I smiled, and pulled out my comb. We walked into the seperate bathrooms. I smiled. After washing my face, and putting the makeup on right, I walked out. I found Jake waiting there. "How long--" I asked. "What took you so long!" I heard. He pulled me to the office. "Well, I thought you two would never arrive!" said Mother Superior. "I'm sorry, you see-" I started. Jake broke in. "Let me tell, Grett. Mmmm. Well, you see, somebody who shall be nameless, left the tap on. When we woke up, our house was flooded, and all our clothes wet. Uh.... So we cleaned it up, and had to dry clothes to come..... We had to dry out our books with Gret's blow drier. I'm sorry." He ended. "Ah, yes. I see now." A tear slid down my cheek, and Jake tenderly wiped it off my cheek. "Will we get bad scores for missing period one?" I asked. "I heard we missed Regina's talk.... will THAT put us down?" asked Jake. "Let me check. I'll do everything possible to help you two-- don't worry. For now, it looks like you two have the next class together. Come with me." she said. As we walked slowly behind her, I pulled my hair back behind my ears. As we walked into the classroom, Mother Superior went to the teacher and explained briefly. We sat near the back. I hoped that nothing ELSE would go wrong today--- but even that was not granted to me....
When you really want to slap someone,do it and say "Mosquito!"
Ebony-Rose White - 'Snow White' - Storybrooke High
Henry and David kept on goofing around, but eventually I managed to get Henry into his Spanish class. After that I rushed over to Science. I threw a quick glance up at one of the clocks I passed in the hallway and realised I was almost half an hour late. Half an hour! God, I was so angry I wanted to punch something, but it wasn't like I had the time. My fast walking turned into fast running and after a couple of winding turns I finally arrived outside class.
I knocked on the closed door of the lab sheepishly. I knew our teacher Miss Sparks would give me grief about being late and, judging by the look on her face as she opened the door for me, I was obviously going to be getting a detention too.
"Ah, Miss White. Lovely of you to join us." She was practically glaring at me behind her thick-rimmed glasses.
I felt the back of my neck burn in embarassment as all eyes were on me. "I'm sorry, Miss Sparks, I had to-"
She silenced me with her hand. "Yes, you were doing something for Henry, I know, Miss Stonell already informed me." She closed the door behind me and carried on writing on the board, which I took as her way of saying 'take a seat.'
I quickly headed for the empty chair next to Belle, my head down to avoid catching anyone's gaze.
"Thanks," I whispered to her, as Miss Sparks started her presentation on water molecules. "How did you know I was late because of Henry?"
Belle smiled. "It's always because of Henry ... or your step-mom," she added. "You really need to do something about it."
I noticed the look of genuine concern in her eyes and instantly felt better. It was heart-warming to know that, as much as my life sucked, I still had a friend who I could count on.
"...And does anyone know how we would draw a water molecule?" Miss Spark's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Anyone at all?"
As usual, Belle's hand shot up in the air.
"Anyone other than Miss Stonell?" Miss Sparks asked, her eyes scanning the class.
Belle's hand shot up higher.
Miss Sparks sighed. "Alright, come on up, Isabelle. As usual, it seems you're the only person here who's even remotely interested in this class."
The rest of the class chuckled.
She was right.
"Do you know what my heart says now? It says that I should forget about politics and be with you. No matter what. You're a true Queen, a Queen any King would kill for." - Prince Francis ♕
Jake Sweetts-"Hansel"-Storybrooke High We walked slowly behind Mother Superior, until we reached a room. "Your teacher is Archie, and I'm sure he'll understand." said Mother Superior. We walked in, I with my head down, but Gretta with her neck straight, and head high, staring at the ceiling while I was staring at the floor. Mother S. walked to Archie, and whispered a quick explination. We sat near the back, and opened our books. As I scanned over the page, I felt disappointment. I knew all this stuff. I never told anyone that I new practically everything in every class, and that I just pretended to have questions like the rest. I didn't want to look like a nerd. I read over the easy concepts. "What's this mean?" asked Gretta, showing me a word. I explained. Then Archie Hopper started talking again, and writing on the black board. The squeak of the chalk rung in my ears. I took out my earmuffs and pulled my hood up. I put the earmuffs on. I could still hear him, but for some reason, I could hear every little sound. Archie didn't know that, and when he saw me pull my hood up, he cocked his head. This was my first year with Archie as a teacher... I hoped he wouldn't figure out that I was ahead of most kids here. I didn't want to be a nerd!!! Study study.... How can I study when I already know everything in this book for this year? And most likely, I know everything for next year... This is going to be so boring.....
When you really want to slap someone,do it and say "Mosquito!"
She was taking Chemistry this year which to be honest she had been quite excited about but her mother had pointed out that it really wasn't suitable for a girl like her to like Science and so she claimed a throne at the back of the room and observed the class. She watched Belle as she sat down with dirty eyes and the nerdy girl shrugged into her seat and didn't look back again.
"What is she wearing?" Cassie, one of Fin's followers, sniggered. Fin let her mouth curl into a half smile.
"Fin, I love your hair," said one of the wannabes. Fin smiled.
"Thank you."
Miss Sparks took one glance at their posse at the back and said, "Rachel, move up here." She indicated the seat at the very front. Fin sighed. It wasn't like she was ever the one in trouble, she had never even had detention. Mother wouldn't like that. All the same, she grabbed her binder and moved. "Hey sexy," muttered one of the guys and she shot daggers at him with her eyes.
"What is with her," he muttered to his friend.
"I hear she only dates college guys."
And that was the rumour Fin wanted to stay alive.
Ebony-Rose White came in late. What a surprise. She used her mother and brother as an excuse for everything and got away with it. It was so unfair. She sat down next to Belle, the two losers united. Fin leaned back in her chair and watched Belle get up to draw eight protons, eight neutrons, eight electrons, two hydrogen atoms, join them all up with concentric circles. Fin sighed.
She didn't understand why she had been looking forward to Chemistry after all.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
It was school time so unfortunately Jasmine had to be Jasmine and she was dressed in clothes of the latest fashion with her hair tumbling over her shoulder in long, black waves. What a drag. If it wasn't for having to be dressed like this, she might actually be enjoying herself: it wasn't the lesson itself that was boring. Science by itself was actually rather fascinating.
It was the way people looked at her. Jasmine felt uncomfortably aware that eyes were on her and that she was under pressure to be delicate and fashionable. To be her mother's daughter and do her family proud. It wasn't something she was very good at.
The class dragged on and the girl who thought of herself as Leigh allowed her eyes to stray to the window. She had a different life out there, out there with the very same boys in this class who didn't know that Leigh was really a girl and certainly didn't know she was Jasmine. The very same boys who were even now elbowing each other and trying to catch her eye. Not because she was pretty or intelligent, but because she was her parent's daughter and that meant something in this town.
Jasmine gave them a dutiful smile. Duty. It was one of those things she wished she could run away from, one of the things she did run away from every afternoon when she fled through the streets of storybrooke in her baggy trousers and shapeless jumpers.
At last the lesson finished and it was lunch time. Leigh grabbed some food and started to look for somewhere to sit.
Alright, I just got back! Sorry I was gone so long.
Jay Archer | "Robin Hood" | Storybrooke High
I shrugged my backpack into a more comfortable position as I walked down the hall. I'd skipped the assembly - Miss Mayor Thorne didn't care about us, and I knew it. There was no point sitting there listening to her talk at us. Really, I didn't want to be here at all, but people were always paying attention to attendance around the first week of school. I didn't want to be noticed by the higher-ups of the school - they considered me a punk as it was.
So here I was, trying to look like I was somewhat interested in being here. I looked around for a friendly face, but most people were busy trying to get to class. I looked at my schedule - first period was English. I looked around, trying to figure out where the class was, when I heard a voice from behind me.
"Jay Archer!" Here it comes, I thought, turning to face the infamous Mother Superior.
"Where were you at assembly today?" she asked, looking down her nose at me as if she could see into my soul.
"I was trying to get here," I said, my mind going into Lie Fabrication Mode. Alright, reason for being late... "I deliver the paper, as you might know..." a touch of truth to make it believable... "and someone was driving way too fast down the road...." Something she won't question... "They nearly hit me, and I fell off my bike. I got really scraped up, and the papers went all over the place...." Making myself a victim always helps... "So I had to make sure I was alright, and get everything together, and make sure my bike was still working, and then I was running late. I really did hurry here - I'm so sorry I didn't make it on time." Adding what she wants to hear won't hurt anything. I threw in an ashamed-looking lowering of my head to top off the whole thing.
She looked at me for a moment. Luckily, I had scratches and bruises all over my body - the gang I was stuck with had gotten a little rough the other day. So she nodded sympathetically, buying my lie. People usually did. "I understand," she said. "Just try to be earlier next time - Mayor Thorne would be very unhappy if she thought you didn't care about her appreciation for you."
As if Thorne gives a rat's tail about us. "Got it," I said aloud. The bell rang, and I walked off without saying anything else.
It took a bit for me to find the room, and when I arrived most of the class looked like they wanted to leave. The teacher - Mr. Hopper, I remembered - looked up.
"You're late," he said.
"Yeah, well, I was talking to Mother Superior," I told him, looking for a seat close to the back. Once I chose one and sat, I looked over at Hopper, sizing him up. What kind of teacher are you, hm?
"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"
I barely got the words out when Mother Superior walked in with two young students behind her. I knew not taking attendance until the end would pay off.
"Mother Superior?"
"Sorry for the interuption Mr. Hopper." She came a little closer with a serious look on her face. "These are the Sweets twins. I don't know what is going on outside of school, but you're one of the best listeners I know. Maybe you could offer an ear?"
I looked back at the two siblings who took a seat in the back of the room, keeping their heads low.
"Yes, of course," I nodded. She gave a grateful smile and left the classroom.
"Um... as I was saying we will start with the basics. Poetry is divided into segments called stanzas. Today we'll be focusing on Rhythm. Rhythm is--"
I stopped mid-sentence as the door opened and David Graham tried to sneak in.
"Welcome to class Mr. Graham."
"Uh, sorry Mr. Hopper," he apologized.
"Please take a seat and we'll continue with rhythm. Rhythm is the flow of stressed and unstressed syllables to create different patterns. So let's turn to page 11 and--"
Once again the door opened for another late student to come in. "You're late, Mr. Archer."
"Yeah, well, I was talking to Mother Superior," he said and took a seat. I shook my head and flipped to page 11. "Today we'll be reading from Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven..." I looked up at the class who was mostly not paying attention.
"Mr. Sweets, would you please stand and read for the class?"
Isabella "Bella" Stonell - 'Belle' - Storybrooke High
Lunch came. All these teenagers filled the halls with laughter and surprisingly...kissing...and I decided to just go sit wherever. After getting my lunch, I glanced around, Snow beside me.
"Where do you want to sit today?" She asks, flashing a smile.
I shrug, smiling back, and just sit in an empty table, my book in hand, I open it.
"Bella, you don't need to read at lunch," Snow studies me.
I shrug again, "I need to do a report on it on--"
"It's not like you're gonna get a bad grade," She starts eating.
I sigh, "True," I put it aside, glancing around once again. That preppy school jock walks by with his group, winking at me. Ew. gross. Shuddering, I see Leigh looking where to sit. I motion her over, smiling, "You can come sit with us if you want!"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Nah," I answered. "Mr. Hopper's pretty cool about that stuff... at least on the first day." I pulled out my sack lunch and threw it on an open table. "How was Spanish?"
"Ugh... all she talked about was syllabus' and Spanish names for the semester."
"Let me guess... Henrique?"
Henry shot me a sour look and opened his lunch box as I just snickered. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!"
"What?"
He held up a note covered in small, neat script. "Mom left me a note."
"I thought you started packing your lunches two years ago."
"I do pack my own lunches. She snuck it in here."
"What's it say?"
"Need to talk when you come home. Have a good day, Sweety," he read.
"Sweety?"
"Shut up," he shoved me. "I'm getting sick of her notes. She's always checking up on me, always controlling--"
"Speaking of controlling," I interrupted his rant and pointed to a posse of seniors, led by Garth Fitzroy: football and hockey star and captain, not to mention a ball hog and very assertive over what happens on his field. He passed a table of junior girls, one I recognized as Henry's sister, who just rolled their eyes in disgust at his flirt 'attempts.' Good on them.
Unfortunately he came over to our table, hopefull for just a moment. "Graham, Thorne... missed you two at the assembly today."
Jeez, did everybody know? "We'll have to catch up at the next one," I answered dismissively. Of course dumb rock-for-brains would never get the hint, as he plopped down next to me.
"Maybe. How's the throwing arm, Graham."
"Better, I guess. We'll see at the game Friday night."
"Speaking of the game, I'm hoping to get that Bella chick to go out with me afterwards," he motioned toward the table he had passed earlier. I assumed "that Bella chick" was the girl next to Henry's step-sister... oh what was her name?
"You sure that's a good idea, Fitzroy?" Henry piped up. "She's pretty smart," he said with a smirk. The implication was totally wasted on Garth.
"That's ok. All that matters is she's hot."
I rolled my eyes and dug back into my lunch. "Well good luck to you."
Garth got up, but not before I caught the look in his eye when he looked Bella over. Note to self: watch him.
Ebony-Rose White - 'Snow White' - Storybrooke High [Cafeteria]
I watched Leigh walk over to our table, dressed in the latest fashion, her long black hair in waves over her shoulder. She smiled as she took a seat opposite us, settling her lunch tray on the table.
“Thanks girls,” she smiled, opening up her salad box. “For a minute there I thought I was going to have to sit with the jocks.”
Bella pulled a face like she‘d just smelt bad milk. “That would have been awful.”
“Hmm,” Leigh mused for a moment, “not too awful. I mean they’re not exactly ugly …” Her eyes wondered around the cafeteria and landed on the table that Henry and his friends were sitting at. “Is it just me or is Garth totally giving you the eye, Bella?”
“He‘s been doing that for weeks and it‘s really starting to creep me out,” Bella replied, her voice turning quiet like it always did whenever she was worried about something.
“Really?” Leigh raised her brow at that. “Well, I’ll just have to kick him in the balls if he tries anything then, won’t I?”
That brought a smile to Bella’s face. I watched as Leigh carried on bad-mouthing Garth and found myself envying her a little. Leigh was just so strong, so independent, so confident. Sometimes I wished I was all those things, especially whenever Regina would give me a hard time or when Henry would push my buttons. But the older I got the less I started to believe that could ever happen. The only time I even came remotely close to feeling any form of confidence was when I’d pick up my guitar and play music. Come to think of it, that was about the only time I ever felt happy.
Suddenly, I had a brain wave.
“There’s a football game this Friday, right?” I asked Bella and Leigh. They both nodded.
“Luckily mom and dad are going out for dinner that night so I’ll be able to go see it,” said Leigh. She looked over at me and asked, “Why are you asking, anyway? I never knew you were into football.”
“I’m not, but I remembered how Mother Superior always makes the school choir sing the national anthem before the start of every game, and I was thinking of asking her if maybe I could sing it this time.”
Bella looked up from her book and smiled enthusiastically. “That’s a great idea!”
I looked up to see Henry walk up to our table, interrupting our conversation. I really wanted to snap at him with a ‘what’ or ‘what the hell do you want now’ but I didn’t want to risk it in case he went running home telling Regina I was being rude. That was the last thing I needed right now so I just replied with a neutral, “Yes?”
“Any idea why my mom wants to talk to me after school?” he asked.
I frowned in confusion. “No, not really. Why?”
His voice toned down a little so only I could hear. “Because she left me a note in my lunch box saying so.”
It was tempting to laugh, but Henry looked so angry already it would only make things worse. “Maybe she thinks that’s the only way she can communicate with you,” I suggested.
Henry‘s brows joined together in confusion, “What makes you say that?”
“Well, I heard her talking to Sydney about it the other day,” I explained before swallowing a spoonful of my yoghurt. “She was saying how you never want to spend any time with her anymore.”
Henry rolled his eyes. “What is he like her therapist now?”
I shrugged. Regina’s strange relationship with Sydney Glass was one of the many things I didn’t want or need to understand. I watched Henry walk back to his table in a strop. He seemed frustrated, but right now I had bigger things on my mind like how much I was looking forward to Friday’s game.
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"Do you know what my heart says now? It says that I should forget about politics and be with you. No matter what. You're a true Queen, a Queen any King would kill for." - Prince Francis ♕
Jasmine 'Leigh' Spring| Mulan| Storybrooke High [Cafeteria]
It seemed she'd got away with her almost slip up, when she said she'd not have minded sitting with the jocks too much. It wasn't actually because she found them attractive, but rather she just liked spending time with boys. Boys were simple. There wasn't a need to impress them or dress nice, none of them made extra effort to think of interesting or witty conversation. They just sort of hung out.
Sometimes they were disgusting as well, especially when they thought there were no girls about but Leigh found them easy enough to get along with. Easier even than Bella or Snow who were possibly the only girls in the whole of Storybrooke she came halfway close to understanding.
Jasmine sat with the girls though, she wouldn't be welcome at the jocks table. Only as Leigh and only as long as the boys continued to think Leigh was like them. A scrawny, younger brother type from the lower school.
She was very grateful to the girls for their invitation though because it meant she didn't have to sit with Rachel Finley, queen bee. She'd probably get a warning or something, if not from the girl herself, then from her parents who unfortunately had decided that Fin was an appropriate friend for her.
Jasmine watched Henry storm away and felt bad for the boy. If anyone knew how tough it could be living up to a parent's expectations, it was her.
"Poor guy," she said as she speared a piece of cucumber with her fork.
"Who, Henry?" Snow raised her brows in a surprised look.
"Yeah, it can't be easy being the mayor's kid."
"I guess not." Snow didn't look too convinced but she was too polite to argue and fell quiet again. Can't be easy being the mayor's kid either, Jasmine thought to herself.
"Are you coming to watch the fooball, then?" Jasmine asked Bella who gave a small shrug.
"I wasn't gonna, but I guess if Snow is going to sing then I'll be there."
Jasmine smiled to herself, cool. She wouldn't have to sit in the stands all by herself then. She was hoping though that after the next round of try-outs next week, she'd be playing the game herself instead of watcing it.
"Mother Superior, mind if I sit with you?" I asked, while maneuvering through a river of students.
"Not at all Archibald." She motioned to the seat across from her. Some of the teaching staff was already seated. Miss Astrid, Mother Superior's assistant and secretary, Mr. Jones- chemistry, Mrs. Rodriguez- Spanish, and Leroy Smith the janitor- former town drunk. Leroy was sitting at the far end of the table, keeping to himself.
"I was just getting opinions for everybody on how the year is beginning," said Mother Superior.
"Besides a few tardies, everything is fine so far," I answered her silent question.
"Goodness, what is with the tardies?" asked Astrid aloud. "I caught two students in the hall this morning and Mother Superior caught three."
"I too had a young lady late," said Mr. Jones.
I shrugged. "It's the first day. Plenty of confusion about where classes are and what the time is. By the next few days everyone will be settled in."
"How are you-know-who?" Mother Superior asked quietly as the other teachers began conversations amongst each other.
"You-know-who?"
"You know who I'm talking about Archie."
"Yes... but, I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, Ma'am, I want them to be able to come to me. The last thing those children need is for someone to just butt into their problems. I need to know them, develop a dialogue."
"Yes, yes, I know," she waved the conversation away and huffed. "I'm just worried about them."
