Morning/almost afternoon all~
As trees were being dragged into living rooms and tinsel was being wound around lampshades, Oleg and Emma sat at the back of their classroom whispering about how cold their ears were.
It was the Monday before Christmas.
A teacher was talking, and neither Oleg nor Emma was listening.
This teacher, however, was not the teacher that usually taught form 6Y about dead kings, exploding stars, and how to tell a million from a billion, because that teacher had fallen off a horse three days earlier. He wasn’t supposed to have been on top of a horse at all and how he managed to:
A. find a horse
B. get on it
were mysteries that remained unsolved.
I had Random.org select a page and it went with 111.
Charlie is chanting my name, and I just go for it. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close as I tilt my head.
His arms go around me and we’re pressed against each other. I feel Wes grip the orange and I start to pull away. But it’s too soon. The orange comes loose. Wes presses against me, stopping the orange just below my collarbone, where it’s wedged between a red glitter bow and a Santa ornament.
“Well, this is awkward,” he says.
Book: Little Robin Red Vest by Jan Fearney
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A very merry Christmas to all my dear readers, friends, and family~ I hope everyone has an amazing couple of days. May it be filled with love, food, happiness~ Enjoy~