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Authors: Carrie Ann Ryan
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out what it was. Maybe in time she would trust him enough to tell him, and then maybe more
More what?
More of her? To be with her? To taste her?
He didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.
He walked to the end of the hall to his office and closed the door behind him. He was at work, and it wasn't the greatest time to be thinking about a sexy little elf he wanted to get to know a little bit more. Okay, a lot more. He worked on more of the budget and all the messages that had accumulated from parents and city officials until the bell rang again and it was time for the students’ lunch break. He would take his later.
He walked to the lunchroom and watched the kids file through the lines and sit down at their appropriate tables. Most were happy and energetic as they ate and talked with their friends, but some were little more laid-back and even sad. The urge to help them and shore them up overrode everything else, and he let out a bit of magic.
What could it hurt?
Without Rina by his side helping him to control it, it burst from his body with no control. Some of the children's eyes widened, and their smiles brightened. They started talking faster and grew perkier, and others looked like they had so much energy they couldn't sit still.
Then the first piece of Jell-O flew across the room.
“Food fight!” a fifth grader yelled from his table.
It was chaos with food flying in every direction. Teachers yelled at them to quit, getting hit in the face and arms with food for their efforts. Every single kid joined in, their lunches forgotten in terms of food and now thought of as weapons. They pelted each other, laughing and giggling, their energy increasing so much they gave him a headache.
He quickly damped down his energy, closing it off before he did any more real damage. Some of the kids immediately sat back down, their excess energy depleted, and their behavior returned to normal. For others, it took a little bit longer until they sat down.
Justin looked down at the pot roast currently sliding down his shirt and sighed. This was all his fault. He needed Rina to help him. He’d done too much, and he didn't know what he was doing. He’d put these people in danger because he thought he was better than he was. What if someone got hurt because of him? He would never be able to forgive himself.
The teachers looked to him for guidance, and he gave them each a nod.
“I trust this won't happen again,” he said calmly, his voice low and deep. The students quickly nodded, their mouths shut, their eyes wide. With that, he turned on his heel and walked out the door. He trusted his teachers to take care of it then follow the food fight disciplinary guidelines. Each student involved had to clean up part of the mess, meaning the next class would be disrupted. But, it would teach them manners and a sense of responsibility. What about his own responsibility?
It had been his fault, after all.
Justin shut himself in his office, changed into a clean shirt, and sat down on his little futon in the corner of his office. He rested his head in his hands and tried to fight down the nausea that threatened to take hold. He’d let go of too much energy at once, and now he was shaking. He knew his face was pale and clammy, and he was glad no one could see him.
Cowardly, he spent the rest of the day in his office and went through his numerous piles of work. The teachers came in one by one to let him know that everything was handled and the children were properly sorry. Each teacher remarked that the children said they had no idea what had come over them and even said that the teachers themselves had felt like they wanted to join in, it had been so energetic. Justin merely shook his head and said the fact that they’d cleaned it up was punishment enough; they didn't need to lose recess or anything else. When the final bell rang, he needed to get out of there. He packed up and watched the kids get on their buses and load into cars as
More what?
More of her? To be with her? To taste her?
He didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.
He walked to the end of the hall to his office and closed the door behind him. He was at work, and it wasn't the greatest time to be thinking about a sexy little elf he wanted to get to know a little bit more. Okay, a lot more. He worked on more of the budget and all the messages that had accumulated from parents and city officials until the bell rang again and it was time for the students’ lunch break. He would take his later.
He walked to the lunchroom and watched the kids file through the lines and sit down at their appropriate tables. Most were happy and energetic as they ate and talked with their friends, but some were little more laid-back and even sad. The urge to help them and shore them up overrode everything else, and he let out a bit of magic.
What could it hurt?
Without Rina by his side helping him to control it, it burst from his body with no control. Some of the children's eyes widened, and their smiles brightened. They started talking faster and grew perkier, and others looked like they had so much energy they couldn't sit still.
Then the first piece of Jell-O flew across the room.
“Food fight!” a fifth grader yelled from his table.
It was chaos with food flying in every direction. Teachers yelled at them to quit, getting hit in the face and arms with food for their efforts. Every single kid joined in, their lunches forgotten in terms of food and now thought of as weapons. They pelted each other, laughing and giggling, their energy increasing so much they gave him a headache.
He quickly damped down his energy, closing it off before he did any more real damage. Some of the kids immediately sat back down, their excess energy depleted, and their behavior returned to normal. For others, it took a little bit longer until they sat down.
Justin looked down at the pot roast currently sliding down his shirt and sighed. This was all his fault. He needed Rina to help him. He’d done too much, and he didn't know what he was doing. He’d put these people in danger because he thought he was better than he was. What if someone got hurt because of him? He would never be able to forgive himself.
The teachers looked to him for guidance, and he gave them each a nod.
“I trust this won't happen again,” he said calmly, his voice low and deep. The students quickly nodded, their mouths shut, their eyes wide. With that, he turned on his heel and walked out the door. He trusted his teachers to take care of it then follow the food fight disciplinary guidelines. Each student involved had to clean up part of the mess, meaning the next class would be disrupted. But, it would teach them manners and a sense of responsibility. What about his own responsibility?
It had been his fault, after all.
Justin shut himself in his office, changed into a clean shirt, and sat down on his little futon in the corner of his office. He rested his head in his hands and tried to fight down the nausea that threatened to take hold. He’d let go of too much energy at once, and now he was shaking. He knew his face was pale and clammy, and he was glad no one could see him.
Cowardly, he spent the rest of the day in his office and went through his numerous piles of work. The teachers came in one by one to let him know that everything was handled and the children were properly sorry. Each teacher remarked that the children said they had no idea what had come over them and even said that the teachers themselves had felt like they wanted to join in, it had been so energetic. Justin merely shook his head and said the fact that they’d cleaned it up was punishment enough; they didn't need to lose recess or anything else. When the final bell rang, he needed to get out of there. He packed up and watched the kids get on their buses and load into cars as
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