After the uniform distribution had ended surprisingly well.
Alina glanced at the class schedule tucked between her fingers. Her lips twitched. First period: Literature. She had hoped to warm the kids up with something simple, like coloring or gentle physical playtime.
Alina sighed softly as she stood up and walked to the front of the room, watching as tiny heads turned to look at her. Some were curious. Some distracted. One of them (Boo) had already begun whispering dramatic theories to his pencil.
