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Finally Home; Open
Topic Started: Apr 18 2015, 09:06 PM (204 Views)
Isabelle Stanton
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April 18th, 2015
11:47 AM


Izzy flipped through the stack of papers counting how many tests she had left before she was done and could enjoy the day to its fullest. At least now it was nice enough that she could be outside in the sun. She had never liked the snow and was definitely grateful that it was finally over. The days were getting warmer and longer and Izzy couldn’t be happier about it. She closed her eyes letting her head fall back on the back of the deck chair she was sitting in. She had been here a few months and was slowly but surely getting used to living inside the walls of the school. The place was abuzz with life almost constantly. She couldn’t walk the halls without being surrounded by the buildings younger residents. Finally she had found a place she could be. She had been so worried at first but in the end it had all worked out. The only thing she needed to do now was make friends.

She opened her eyes looking up at the sky and letting out a long sigh. In all her time here people had been kind but she had kept to herself. It may have been her sub-conscious need to punish herself or the fact that she was scared of what they would think of her. But she had closed herself off to this new world she lived in. It was time to stop that. Time to start living again. She had been stuck for far too long. She had once wanted to have her life end with the picket fence that the cliché. Now she just wanted it to move on. She just had to let it. She had to be willing to move with it instead of being scared and hiding from it. She wasn’t really sure where to start but she would find a place.

Listening to a group of the children play off in the distance she smiled and went back to work on her papers. These were not going to grade themselves after all. Teaching had turned out to be exactly what she needed. She was good at it apparently and getting to see something she knew bring such joy to someone else was wonderful. She was helping instead of hurting. Building instead of destroying. For her it was a wonderful way to atone. A way to make up for the darkness that she had been putting into the world for years. She knew that this was what she was meant to do. If Mr. Summers had asked her what he asked her on the day they met today she would know the answer and she was more than grateful for it.

Izzy leaned on her hand putting her elbow on the table and picking up her pen as she worked her way through the paragraph long response in rather choppy French. She chuckled musing to herself. “Sometimes reading these is like nails on a chalkboard.” She made a large red X through a line before letting another sigh and moving right along.
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Sometimes, Gregory Russell was an easy baby. Easy to get along with, easy to get cooperation from, easy to entertain. Days like those were miraculous days, as they were rare and wonderful. Today was not one of those days. Rahne was supposed to be helping a group of her students with an arts and crafts project they had wanted to undertake, molding papier mâché into a Chinese dragon because they were kids and thought dragons were cool. They didn't need a reason beyond that.

That was when the call came in. It was a diaper change, supposed to be a quick, easy procedure that the daycare girls had done time and time again. They mostly had it done, too. He was cleaned and the old diaper was pulled away and tossed out. But this time he had kicked just right, or just wrong perhaps, and knocked Megan's arm away, causing first a mess and second an escape opportunity. And now, a werewolf baby was on the loose, sans pants but with plenty of boundless energy and reckless abandon.

It took no time at all for Rahne to determine where he was. She knew his scent well, better than she knew most people's scents, and was able to track him down to the second floor. How he had managed to scamper up the stairs as quickly as he did was not something she was particularly pleased about. He was growing so capable so quickly. Tracking him down, though - that was the easy part. Harder still was catching him. She had a clean diaper in one hand and a pair of his jeans in the other as she ran after him. He ran as if the hounds of hell themselves were on his trail, and she was almost upon him. One more step and she would have...

Her son bump into a decorative table and knock down a vase. It wobbled once, wobbled twice, and in slow motion fell towards the floor. She dove for it - sliding all the carpeted floor and catching it just in time. Truth be told, her concern was less for the vase itself and more the harm it could do if it had shattered.

But that was the opportunity he needed to get her off his tail, and he took it, pulling ahead while she lay on the floor with a vase in her hands. And baby pants. And a diaper. Today was not mom's best day.

"Somebody catch him!" She called out before sighing in exasperation.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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