Eclectic Oatmeal

A teacher letter

Posted in Uncategorized by Bryan on May 23, 2010

The Other Boot Drops
(AKA: Bryan’s hopefully hilarious thank you note to Mrs. Sawan)
By:Bryan Melhuish

She sits in her van, awaiting for the bell to ring so the precious innocents file out of their school and she could siphon their youth and innocence into her own soul, and continue her reign of immortality.
It was a close call earlier that day, too close. She was writing a synopsis on the board went she felt a “Pop!” arise from her hand, when her chocolatey brown, almond eyes shifted to what occurred, she noticed a liver spot. The time was running out, the harvest needed to happen.
“When are these children going to come out, I don’t have all day.” She muttered to herself while instinctively grabbing a pile of Latin tests. Running through them with the utmost time and care with her trusty red pen. She was tender and caring to all children, even the ones she harvested.
The bell rang, the ceremony was about to begin. The children filed out of their school, “If only they knew how precious they are… If only they knew how precious their blood is to me…” She thought to herself, tests already graded. It once struck her that all of the wonderful students she loved so dearly could’ve been victims in her web of sacrifices. She quit that instant, forgoing her ritual in favor of Yoga and Healthy eating; These things could only do so much, and Yoga wasn’t popular in the 1600’s. If she wanted to live forever, she needed to feast.
The schoolyard was barren, a lone girl stood in the courtyard of the school. The woman made her approach, “Is anyone picking you up today?”
“My mother told me not to talk to strangers.” The girl was off guard, this stranger was practically asking the girl to jump in her van, yet her natural instincts failed her: The serene smile of the stranger, the kind eyes, and the faint smell of Tea allured her.
“Well, I’m a teacher, I work for Medina High School.” She flashed her card, and the little girl saw a beaming educator and name, “Mrs. Sawan.”
“Oh… In that case!” The stranger knew she had her quarry hook, lined and sinkered. They walked back with small chit chat, The stranger’s breezily kind voice and proper diction wrapped around the girl like a warm hug. They entered the educator’s call, NPR floated into the girl’s ears.
“Put on your seat belt!” The stranger chimed, her blood is useless if isn’t in Zeus’ name. The girl did as she’s told, and clips her seat belt with a smile. The woman smiles back.
The pair drive for a while, the quarry doesn’t even tell the hunter where she lived. Something in her voice knew that wherever the two ended up, it would be a nice place. They drive into a log cabin overlooking a tranquil meadow. The wind-chimes clinked in the wind, and the almost mosaic sidewalk winded into the front door. The little girl was enchanted, it was a fairy tale of a house. She knew deep down in her heart that she was going to be adopted by this altruistic woman. The hunter thought, after their 40 minute or so conversation, that this girl would be an excellent student, and almost considered letting her go. She shrugged this off, would any of the Emperors she taught about give up just because it was the “right thing”. Her duty was to her students, not to this girl.
The hunter did have a great bedside manner, that’s for sure. All the other endless would torture their prey before the bloodletting, The hunter’s heart was too large for this. She made sure that each of them had the best night of their lives. The Quarry was fed magnificent pasta and cookies. She was allowed to jump on the bed, run with the dogs, and hang off of the ceiling fan. When the girl was asleep (After she took the drugged tea) The hunter would know what she had to do, she carried the girl down to the basement.
The sleeping child and the woman entered a dark room, the woman clicked on the light. The roomed was adorned with statues of Zeus, standing in every which direction staring towards the middle. A red circle was drawn, and she placed the girl in the middle. The sleeping child was drugged so heavily, that she would die in her sleep.
The woman picked up the sacrificial dagger, and did the deed.

The next day the hunter returned back to her normal life, she drove to the school with no plans of siphoning life out of anyone. No, no, the woman now took everyone under her tutelage with a smile. She was beaming, a glow radiated from her that only the heavens could provide. Her marvelous energy, her infinite knowledge, her boundless patience: It showed all the signs of a demi-god. Everyone just accepted this as the perfect woman. But one boy knew different. One boy who watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer and read enough Browning poems to know this one fact: The other boot has to drop. No one can be this dedicated to their students, no one. There is a dark-side to this woman, he couldn’t put his finger on it. The teacher sensed this in her pupil, and wasn’t afraid. She covered her tracks ever too perfectly, and besides, even if he did find out, he’d be against someone who had endless amounts of years of experience and knowledge, she defeated nosy twerps like him before.
She had every right to not be worried: but in all the wrong ways. He shrugged his shoulders, “Why would he ever want to change one of his favorite teachers?”