Page 9 of Connectio
“Uh, I lost it.”
My cheeks flush with warmth just as the bell rings, and I sigh with relief. As much as I love being a teacher, I love the recess, lunchtime, and hometime school bells even more so.
“You may head outside for recess,” Oliver says to the kids before stepping up to where I’m now squatting next to Emma.
“Where does it hurt?” I ask her.
“My hand.”
She clutches it to her chest but rotates it so I can have a look.
“Ouch! It looks a bit red,” I say. “I think we should get some ice from Miss Henkley at the sick bay.”
As Oliver and I help Emma to stand, his eyes narrow and he scrunches his nose, almost gagging. My stomach seizes as another waft of feet floats around the space between us, my “lost” Tiek now dangling from Jet’s finger as he steps up to my side.
“Found your shoe!” he announces, pinching his nostrils with his other hand. “And it stinks!”
Oh my God! Somebody please kill me now.
