Gemotions

The Principal had called her into his office to talk about Michael's behavior in class, and as she was leaving, she glanced at the wall of staff photos. "Mr. Finch," she murmured, a sound like a surprised sigh. Her hands flew to her mouth, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lip and fought to contain the laughter that threatened to erupt.

He was the one who made the kids eat their vegetables and who was famous for his strict rules. Her mind flashed to all the stories she could share with Michael now. It was too good to be true. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anticipation and pure joy. This was a gift.