Chapter 40 About miss Clara
After breakfast, Alina found a quiet moment to sit down in the staffroom. It was still ten minutes before her next class started, and she wanted to catch her breath. Her legs ached just a little from running around earlier, and the scene in the flooded dining room still played behind her eyes like a slow replay.
She sipped the last of her coffee, letting the warmth settle in her chest. The staffroom was peaceful, almost too quiet.
But what really caught her attention was how empty the room was.
Not a single other teacher had come to sit, talk, or even ask her how she managed the crisis this morning. No one questioned the water, the panic, or how the babies were now resting after changing their soaked clothes. It was almost as if nothing unusual had happened at all.
She leaned back in the chair, letting her head rest for a moment.
"Do they not care...?" she whispered to herself, eyes drifting toward the quiet door. "Or maybe... this is just normal for them?"
Back in the human world, if a kindergarten class had flooded, the school would have gone into complete emergency mode. Parents would’ve been called. The news might’ve spread like wildfire in the community. And here? Not even a whisper.
She sighed quietly and crossed her arms.
"Don’t overthink it, Alina," she mumbled, pressing her lips into a small pout. "They’re supernatural creatures. Their customs, their values... even their idea of danger...it’s all different. Maybe this is just... their version of a normal Tuesday."
She chuckled softly at her own sarcasm and leaned forward, looking at the ticking golden clock on the wall. Eight more minutes. Her class would begin soon.