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There was a new teacher at Bellefonte, but Gina had been out sick with pneumonia when he started so hadn't been able to be on the welcome wagon. Pneumonia, in June - it was ridiculous. She had doubled up on the vitamin C since recovering because she did not want to get sick any time soon. Gina hadn't missed a day of work at Bellefonte until last week and the perfectionist, people pleaser side of her was greatly upset by this. None the less, it couldn't be fixed now so there was no point in dwelling on it. Gina shook her head and pushed the thoughts down as she approached the History class room. She had come during his planning period so as to not interrupt instruction. A light knock on the door was given and then she entered.
"Mr. Moore?" Gina spoke, taking a brief look around the classroom to see if he had started adding his own personal touches. She didn't know too much about the new History teacher, though if the staff lounge gossip had anything to say about it- he would be a welcome addition. Gina preferred not to listen to rumors though, it was unbecoming and gossip was for children. She wore a white sundress with little yellow and pink flowers today, matching white sandals and her hair was left loose. Gina loved late spring, the sound waves that it brought from the different birds and a gentle breeze through the trees.
That was one thing her powers had given her. Along with the headaches and nosebleeds and fatigue, there was a new sort of appreciation of, well everything. There was always sound, even if everyone else couldn't hear it. The smallest ant to the largest tree. It was a beautiful thing. Gina blinked a bit, refocusing on the classroom. It was so easy to get side tracked sometimes by all the little bits of activity happening.
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Christopher had indeed add his own little touches to the classroom, of course with a massive help from Daisy. Little drawings of various book and history characters were covering his desk and the wall behind it, some by him, some by daisy, some by students. And in the corner was a little play area for the girl. Bean bags, toys, and all the fun things a little girl could want. And Christopher had no problem having the little girl in his class. She was quiet when she needed to be, and never badly behaved.
Today he was curled up on the bean bag with Daisy nestled in his arms, an ornate book in his hands, a plastic tiara on his head. His soft, warm voice filled the room with bright, colourful images as he read. The little girl looked at the silent movie that played out before her.
"“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.” "
His voice changed effortlessly to match the characters he read, the image's lips before him moving along with his.
But the image snapped away like a tv going off air at his name. "Aw daddy!" Daisy exclaimed, and Christopher ruffled her hair with a laugh, scooping her up in his arms and turning to Gina.
"Hello!" He grinned, transferring the girl to his shoulders, where she promtly began to play with his head, repositioning his tiara.
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Gina had heard about Mr. Moore's powers but to actually see them? It was fascinating. Gina was nearly as enthralled in the picture as Diasy was. She blinked a bit when the picture was gone and Chris spoke up, propping Diasy on his shoulders. She had heard about Daisy too and the young girl was adorable. Gina felt a little tug in her heart, thinking of her own daughter. Thousands of miles away in Italy, probably wondering what happened to Mommy, unless her husband had spun some terrible story. Gina chose to believe he wasn't that bad. ANYWAY - it was time to greet the newcomers!
She gave a bright smile to Chris and Daisy. "Well aren't you just adorable." Gina's accent was evident now as she spoke to Daisy. "You must be Diasy, I've heard a lot about you." Then she lowered her gaze to focus on Chris and laughed softly. "You're quite the reader Mr. Moore and you have a fascinating ability." She said sincerely, holding a hand out to shake. "My name is Gina LaRoulle. I'm sorry I wasn't around to greet you last week. I love what you two have done with the place."
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