Break my heart, twice

hypnotic rhythm blended with the occasional crackle of the record player, creating the perfect backdrop for her escape into Metamorphosis. She'd b

e music, the only light coming from the desk lamp beside her bed, casting a soft glow over the pages. She leaned back against the wall, absently tapping the side of the book w

, pulling her out of her reverie. Kristen glan

coaching ASAP. Ma'a

music quickly replaced by a sudden jolt of concern. She

hile since Kristen had witnessed one of those, but s

ok a deep breath. She knew the drill by now. Ma'am's anger had a way of lingering, affecting

ny little body of the disgusting insect in the book, the safe spa

m her down before I get there.

ttling in as she made her way toward the door. The world outside felt suddenly real,

s she remembered the last time Ma'am had gotten this furious. It was with a fourth-grader, a sweet but clumsy kid everyone loved to tease. He'd been at the bottom of his class after a disastrous test, and Ma'am had let him have it. The lecture had dragged on for hours, her words cutting sharper than the swat of the notebook