A Kid's Journey

Good Enough?

Mr. McIver's View

Mr. Joyner told me everything.

"But I haven't seen Mrs Jordans!" I shrieked.

"Anthony, it may be hard, but we can call Brynn," he exclaimed.

"Who's Brynn?" I questioned him.

"Brynn is the head of child services," he began.

"I don't think I've seen her," I told him.

"Basically, you mean Brynn Edwards?" I proclaimed.

"Yep, James, I mean her," he sighed.

He turned around and walked into the school.

"Oh, Willow.." I sobbed.

"You're the only person who can teach Class 6F," I whimpered.

Tears shot down as quick as possible.

"Angie.." I cried.

I wiped my tears away and looked up to the sky.

"If it wasn't for you who went in that pumpkin truc -," I stopped there.

"You called, right?" Brynn questioned me.

It was Brynn here.

"Yes. I mean no. Damn it!" I shouted.

"It's fine. Don't answer. Let that man over there do it," Brynn told me.

Mr. Joyner turned to Brynn and me.

"So, you're actually making me answer?" he asked her.

Brynn's View

I stared at the man who I thought would rule the world someday.

"Mr. William Joyner," I began.

"You called because Angie Goodman had gone," I explained to them.

"Why, yes. James has been crying out here," William told me.

"Can you show me a picture of her?" I questioned him.

"Yeah, sure."

"Angie's too innocent within her classmates. She had a music video to do from KidzBop thirty - four minutes ago."

"Too innocent?"

"Isn't she supposed to be taught by Willow Jordans?"

"Not quite, but we know Willow's dark secret that she hides from us.

"What is it?"

"I saw her at the club yesterday."

"Yeah? And what else?"

"She had alcohol in her class, and immediately informed that seven times one is thirty - two."

"Wrong! It's seven! How could she?"

"We need a curse, Brynn! Something for me to teach the class!"

"You can't, James!"

"Oh, why would I?"

"Willow's being helpless with herself, McIver."

"And I bet your pardon, Angie is the smartest in her class. We can put her in a higher class if it's possible."

"Okay then, Willow. But I'm still worried."

I looked at James and I calmed him down by massaging his back.

"Thanks, Brynn."

"No problem. It's for Angie anyway."