Fall favors

Ch. 2

(Revised 6/13/2023)

Mira

Into the fields.

It was the flurry of panic Mira experiences once she is in the right class,the fact that the girl dodged a bullet by not being put in the other class. A literal bullet, the idea of being strong enough to deal with this like my mother was gone. The idea seemed to be so far away now.

But at least , Mira can do her introduction. The teacher leading me is nice enough , she's sweet, and a bit gentle with me.

"You'll be just fine Mrs's green is just your type of teacher, she likes to teach history. In fact she's probably gonna be very interested in you." The woman chatters on as she walks down the hall , their shoes make a good amount of noise as they patter off.

She pawns the girl off to Mrs Green as soon as she can , and then Mira knows that she is absolutely doomed, with a capital A. The teacher is ancient like a dinosaur,white silvery stands tightly curled into a ponytail slicked back with an invisible coating of gel, too if her intuition was right.

" Mira EverGReen" Her voice has the presence of a whip.

The teen was immediately caught off guard by the way the teacher said her name,and then Mira started to respond as fast as she could. 'She is definitely the type of woman who likes directness' The girl thinks before she greets her.

"Yes ,Miss. My name is Mira. It is a pleasure to meet you" Mira shot the greeting, one she had drilled into her head last night. Her eyes seem to glimmer happily and then she leads me into class, slowly.

"You seem like a good girl , please introduce yourself to them, I'm sure your manners will rub off on the lot" Mrs's Green chirps, and soon Mira follows behind her as lagging behind her like a duckling.

The first thing about this room is that it's loud, like the other classes she was in yesterday before my first period . It is shockingly loud, their uniforms and the palette of colors of the class are beautiful. From the way the teacher talked to Mira at first she was expecting some uptight old lady but her classroom is full of life. 

 There's a cascade of maps along the wall. It's a mesh of browns and creams covering a pale basic gray wall. The teacher's desk was to the left of the door's entrance. It was an old rickety standard thing from the looks of its weak legs, but there was a desktop and a beautiful crocheted tablecloth impractical since Mira could tell that that color must be hard to keep clean.

 Like those coffee tanned slippers with a cream colored plush sole, Mira mourns the loss of her old slippers for a beat. But the girl realizes that the teacher is about to introduce her and her anxiousness snaps her out of her thoughts.

"Class, this is your new classmate, Mia Evergreen, " The teacher's voice is clear like a bell. The small woman has ways of calming down the rest of her class.

 A quick look at her classmates and Mira soon realizes that maybe this class isn't as constricting as she thought. They're all wearing the uniform but everything else, every accessory showed their interest and personality. 

One of them wore a nice dark hoody and seemed to nap in the corner, but the way his hood shifted let Mira know he was paying attention and the rest of the kids had no qualms about staring at the girl.

"Kiddo , is it okay for them to ask a few questions?" She whispers in Mira's ear softly and squeezes her shoulder gently. The girl nods nervously and she tries to channel her brave mom , as Mira steps into the ' limelight' so to speak. "Hi, My name is MIra Evergreens."