Peaceful Teacher

The teacher stepped toward the round doorway. With brown hair and eyes, she wasn’t pretty, ugly, young, or old; she was right in the middle of nearly any adjective Zert could think of. He thought of one adjective that fit, but he had never applied it to a person before; his new teacher looked peaceful. She had on a blue skirt and furry shoes and wore her hair in pigtails that touched her shoulders.

Surviving Minimized by Andrea White

Familiarity Transforms Monsters


“Ms. Kirby, it’s REALLY strange seeing you outside of school.”

“…By lunchtime, Bobby and Ms. Kirby were happy they had bumped into each other.”

My Teacher is a Monster, by Peter Brown