Red Thread Fate
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Saturday, August 1st, 10 AM
"Don't forget to stay with your buddy when we get there, class!"
Today would be her last class trip with the kids from Adams Brook Library. She had announced some time ago. Half the students were still begging her not to go. The rest were either accepting or bitter. But they were growing up. They weren't her first class and they probably wouldn't be her last, either. When she was their age, she hadn't had a teacher. She'd had a sixth grade education, lot of books, four siblings, and a lot of time on her hands.
She wasn't qualified to be a teacher. Not then, and not now. That thought popped into her mind multiple times, sometimes several in a day. But she was all they had. Usually wherever she went, she was the only one who tried. She was more of a mother to some of them. Some from here, too.
"Are we still doing graduation?" A little girl asked, tugging on her coat. The oversized coat she had taken from a theater one winter. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Now that almost brought back memories. Almost. She hadn't thought about chocolate in years. It was good, right? Then again, everything seems amazing to a little kid.
"Yes! And something very special. I'm going to pick the next teacher."
There was a commotion, but she shushed them and said that she would explain later. She was always afraid that when she left, her makeshift class would forget what she had taught them. So she always picked one child to be the next teacher before leaving them. It was more symbolic than anything, and she wasn't sure if it did any good. But it made her feel better, and them too.
The group walked in formation, acting as though they were a walking school bus. She even had them follow road rules and two of the kids acted as turn signals. They loved it. Like being in a marching band almost. They were getting too old for playacting like that, but the practical purpose was to keep everyone together.
"Where are we going again?"
"Someplace very special. I heard that there would be a festival going on in Smithfield. That's why I wanted you all to wear your grown up clothes. I think they are even talking about renaming the town. Now, does everybody have something to trade?"
She stopped at a stop sign and turned back to see most of them holding up some personal prized posession. A few of them looked down or shook their heads. She made mental note to slip them something later so they wouldn't be left out. The economy didn't work the way it used to, but there still was one, and it was always flowing wherever there were people. Bottle caps, photographs, books, batteries, metal pieces, plastic toys, glass, cloth, anything desirable had a pretty much settled-on value, varying only depending on what each community produced and what it needed. But here lately trade had been slower. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe some other reason kept people from wanting to part with things like normal. Maybe it was just the time. People were feeling nostalgic. That always made prices rise.
"Pop quiz!"
"AAAAWWW!!!"
"Not to worry. No grade for this one, just a bit of trivia. Who knows why there is a festival today?"
Silence.
"Is it somebody's birfday?"
"You're close. Not a birthday, though. An anniversary. What happened on this day ten years ago?"
Realization dawned immediately on some faces, while for the younger ones the answer had to be whispered to them from across the imaginary aisle. But nobody said it.
She pulled over. They practiced this so much that they all followed her lead, then looked forward expectantly.
"Listen. This is a time to celebrate, not to mourn. We faced amazing odds and we survived. Ten years is a long time. Your parents, your loved ones, they would be proud of you for staying strong. For learning and bettering yourselves when you could be acting a fool and getting into trouble or getting hurt. It's sad what happened. A horrible tragedy. But we are here now. We survived. Ten years. It's time we grew up now. Found our place in the world. Make it what it needs to be. And that's really something to celebrate. Right?"
Still silence, but slowly the kids came around. A couple of them even clapped. Then they all were. She smiled. This was a good group. She would miss them.
But there was one in the back who had started bawling.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?" That wasn't a diss, that was actually the girl's name. She was prepared with a speech on how the little ones should be even prouder than anyone until she heard the reason.
"There's a rock in my shoe!"
Ok, things like that, she wouldn't miss as much.
~~~
Shadow enjoyed a good party. From a distance. He didn't really trust anything. Life and old movies had taught him that when things were peaceful, something bad was about to happen. He had to keep a watchful eye, like the hero that he was. He was stealth. He was shadow. He was the avenger no one saw coming. He was...
Falling. He was falling off the roof. Some quick mid air maneuvering and he broke his fall with a scrawny tree and managed not to break anything. Ok, maybe a rib, but he couldn't be sure. Definitely some bruises. Ow.
Ok, no time for that. He ignored all the people staring at him like he was some kind of a maniac. They wouldn't understand the plight of a superhero ninja. He took a deep breath. Ow. Yeah, maybe a rib. He had to be more careful of his footing next time. Niw where was he? Oh yes.
Patrolling the city. Keeping his hawk eyes sharp for danger. It may take any form! Nothing and no one was safe! Didn't it seem like a festival would be the perfect opportunity for some dastardly villain with a bald head, handlebar mustache, and half his teeth missing to plot something nefarious? Like maybe THAT man there! He looked suspicious! He was even wearing all black. And looking straight at him, too! Was that a challenge? Had he found his arch nemesis at last?
No. That was a mirror. Dang it! Foiled again! Although, oddly poetic. Perhaps he was his own worst enemy. Wasn't everyone? Maybe he was off his game because he doubted himself too much. Wait! What if HE was the villain? No, impossible. Not The Great Shadow Ninja! Now, what do you do when you fall off a roof? You get right back up again! Like a fiddler. Or a cat. Or a cow. Wait, no, that couldn't be right...
"Don't forget to stay with your buddy when we get there, class!"
Today would be her last class trip with the kids from Adams Brook Library. She had announced some time ago. Half the students were still begging her not to go. The rest were either accepting or bitter. But they were growing up. They weren't her first class and they probably wouldn't be her last, either. When she was their age, she hadn't had a teacher. She'd had a sixth grade education, lot of books, four siblings, and a lot of time on her hands.
She wasn't qualified to be a teacher. Not then, and not now. That thought popped into her mind multiple times, sometimes several in a day. But she was all they had. Usually wherever she went, she was the only one who tried. She was more of a mother to some of them. Some from here, too.
"Are we still doing graduation?" A little girl asked, tugging on her coat. The oversized coat she had taken from a theater one winter. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Now that almost brought back memories. Almost. She hadn't thought about chocolate in years. It was good, right? Then again, everything seems amazing to a little kid.
"Yes! And something very special. I'm going to pick the next teacher."
There was a commotion, but she shushed them and said that she would explain later. She was always afraid that when she left, her makeshift class would forget what she had taught them. So she always picked one child to be the next teacher before leaving them. It was more symbolic than anything, and she wasn't sure if it did any good. But it made her feel better, and them too.
The group walked in formation, acting as though they were a walking school bus. She even had them follow road rules and two of the kids acted as turn signals. They loved it. Like being in a marching band almost. They were getting too old for playacting like that, but the practical purpose was to keep everyone together.
"Where are we going again?"
"Someplace very special. I heard that there would be a festival going on in Smithfield. That's why I wanted you all to wear your grown up clothes. I think they are even talking about renaming the town. Now, does everybody have something to trade?"
She stopped at a stop sign and turned back to see most of them holding up some personal prized posession. A few of them looked down or shook their heads. She made mental note to slip them something later so they wouldn't be left out. The economy didn't work the way it used to, but there still was one, and it was always flowing wherever there were people. Bottle caps, photographs, books, batteries, metal pieces, plastic toys, glass, cloth, anything desirable had a pretty much settled-on value, varying only depending on what each community produced and what it needed. But here lately trade had been slower. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe some other reason kept people from wanting to part with things like normal. Maybe it was just the time. People were feeling nostalgic. That always made prices rise.
"Pop quiz!"
"AAAAWWW!!!"
"Not to worry. No grade for this one, just a bit of trivia. Who knows why there is a festival today?"
Silence.
"Is it somebody's birfday?"
"You're close. Not a birthday, though. An anniversary. What happened on this day ten years ago?"
Realization dawned immediately on some faces, while for the younger ones the answer had to be whispered to them from across the imaginary aisle. But nobody said it.
She pulled over. They practiced this so much that they all followed her lead, then looked forward expectantly.
"Listen. This is a time to celebrate, not to mourn. We faced amazing odds and we survived. Ten years is a long time. Your parents, your loved ones, they would be proud of you for staying strong. For learning and bettering yourselves when you could be acting a fool and getting into trouble or getting hurt. It's sad what happened. A horrible tragedy. But we are here now. We survived. Ten years. It's time we grew up now. Found our place in the world. Make it what it needs to be. And that's really something to celebrate. Right?"
Still silence, but slowly the kids came around. A couple of them even clapped. Then they all were. She smiled. This was a good group. She would miss them.
But there was one in the back who had started bawling.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?" That wasn't a diss, that was actually the girl's name. She was prepared with a speech on how the little ones should be even prouder than anyone until she heard the reason.
"There's a rock in my shoe!"
Ok, things like that, she wouldn't miss as much.
~~~
Shadow enjoyed a good party. From a distance. He didn't really trust anything. Life and old movies had taught him that when things were peaceful, something bad was about to happen. He had to keep a watchful eye, like the hero that he was. He was stealth. He was shadow. He was the avenger no one saw coming. He was...
Falling. He was falling off the roof. Some quick mid air maneuvering and he broke his fall with a scrawny tree and managed not to break anything. Ok, maybe a rib, but he couldn't be sure. Definitely some bruises. Ow.
Ok, no time for that. He ignored all the people staring at him like he was some kind of a maniac. They wouldn't understand the plight of a superhero ninja. He took a deep breath. Ow. Yeah, maybe a rib. He had to be more careful of his footing next time. Niw where was he? Oh yes.
Patrolling the city. Keeping his hawk eyes sharp for danger. It may take any form! Nothing and no one was safe! Didn't it seem like a festival would be the perfect opportunity for some dastardly villain with a bald head, handlebar mustache, and half his teeth missing to plot something nefarious? Like maybe THAT man there! He looked suspicious! He was even wearing all black. And looking straight at him, too! Was that a challenge? Had he found his arch nemesis at last?
No. That was a mirror. Dang it! Foiled again! Although, oddly poetic. Perhaps he was his own worst enemy. Wasn't everyone? Maybe he was off his game because he doubted himself too much. Wait! What if HE was the villain? No, impossible. Not The Great Shadow Ninja! Now, what do you do when you fall off a roof? You get right back up again! Like a fiddler. Or a cat. Or a cow. Wait, no, that couldn't be right...
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