Esme (2)
Maybe not the Luna
I arrived at school.
We are gearing up for the students coming next week, and now the principal, Darrel, side note: he is a nice guy, dumps a whole load of new students on the roster; apparently, they are new add-ons from the woods people.
Tyler Feilds' new student records are pending. That is what all the new students said. They are like refuge kids coming out of the blue with no history, and now I have to make their schedules. Let's give him Algebra 2 with Mr. Reener, US History 2 with Miss Hall, chemistry with Miss Nelson, and 11th-grade English with Miss Silverstone.
Miss Silverstone is the only new teacher on his roster. I met her at the new teacher orientation, and she might be a keeper. She immediately became a clique of teachers and avoided the woods people. Almost like she could sense them. Principal Darrel appeared in the doorway to my office.
"Are you working on the new add-on?" he looked ragged, standing there as if he had to care for every kid in the school the previous night.
"yes, Darrel, I'm working on them right now."
"good," he nodded.
"We are trying to get the records, but these kids are the ones that were displaced because of the fire. They lived further in the woods, so the community is taking them in."
"oh, I didn't realize that, sir" Now I feel like an ass for complaining,
"Oh dear, it is fine. I just thought I should warn you that the records may be hard to recover as the case manager for many of them. I'm informing all the guidance counselors."
"thank you, sir, for letting me know." I nodded to him as he left. Wow, I am an ass. I need to finish this up.