Lindsey Allgood–Mrs. Allgood to her students–shushed the class for what felt like the 47th time that period. She heard a ruckus in the hall and rushed to the door to peek through the small glass window.
Other than a few late students shuffling by, dragging their way to their classes, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just to be sure, she opened the door slowly to check where the noise would have come from.
SPLAT
There had been a shiny red apple balanced on the outside door handle, a message that shook Lindsey to her core.
She thought for sure they wouldn’t find her there, in a smalltown high school, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by normals–non magical humans. Her cover was blown, and she knew it was time to move on.
“Students, please read chapter 8. I need to deal with one small thing. Please stay seated, thank you.”
With that, she shoved her notebooks and personal items in her large teacher bag, and quietly left the building.
Shannon Ambroson 