![]() ![]() ![]() But fate follows no rules, and something did. I could never imagine something happening to them. They were irresistible, from their broken sentences to the heart shaped lockets they wore that were embossed with their names. "Miss Mary," Abigail would start, tugging on my dress, before Bridget continued, "We were wondering-" Abigail would take over, "if we could go to the sticker box-" Bridget would now speak "And take a star?"Īnd of course there was no way I could say not to the couple. There was Abigail, the blonde on with a minuscule nose, and Bridget, shorter with brunette hair. I watched over my kindergarten class as if they were my own children. In cursive, it read- To Mary, my brightest, that you may teach the world. My fresh college diploma was framed on my desk, and I had placed a signed picture of my favorite professor, now deceased, on the wall behind me. It was my first year of teaching when they were in my class. ![]() Even after ten years, they are still fresh in my memory. Vote on this chapter for the TNT Horror Contest Be sure to check out Leo's other stories on his blog, leonardpetracci dot com, join his subreddit of 6000 followers on /r/leoduhvinci, or join the thousands to purchase one of his novels on Amazon! ![]()
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