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“Spring is a very bright young lady.”
By the time Eugenia RoundTree was staring down her youngest daughter’s second-grade teacher over stale, burnt coffee and surprisingly good cookies, she had learned to dread parent-teacher conferences.
Winter had been so self-contained his teachers had worried about him. After that, his sisters…
Winter was such a calm young man. Autumn can’t seem to sit still for more than a minute.
Winter was always so put-together. I wasn’t expecting the mess that seems to follow Summer everywhere.
And now… “Spring seems to be so wild. After her sisters, I was expecting this, but…”
Mrs. Hamilton was the worst of them. Eugenia had tried to get Spring transferred into the other second-grade classroom, but had no success. Mrs. Hamilton has the most experience with your… unique… family.
“She is a wild child.” She’d been born under the sign of Chaos, but try explaining that.
“An immensely wild child. And that sort of behavior is disruptive, Ms. RoundTree.”
“Missus.” She’d been correcting her on that one since Winter entered school. “Some things need to be disrupted, Mrs. Hamilton.”
“Miz. Not my classroom.”
Eugenia smiled in that way that said: are you so sure it doesn’t?
Mrs. Hamilton was un-swayed. “Spring needs to normalize her behavior. If she continues to be all over the place, I am going to have to recommend therapy and corrective medication.”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with my daughter!” Eugenia had a temper, one she never let loose. The windows rattled.
Mrs. Hamilton leaned back in her chair. “If she can learn to behave properly for my classroom…”
Learning to behave properly in toxic environments was something they’d all have to learn eventually. Eugenia nodded. “She will learn. But there is absolutely. Nothing. Wrong. With. Her.”
“Of course, Mrs. Roundtree. Nothing.”
“You need to come down to a balance of some sort, Spring.”
Mrs. Schneider was, as fifth-grade teachers went, not a bad sort. She was probably better than Mrs. Logan, who had taught Winter, Autumn, and Summer and then retired, the family joked, in defeat. Rountrees were not easy students.
Good as she was, though, Mrs. Schneider had the same problem with Spring that every teacher so far had complained about.
Spring sighed at her teacher, and tried not to roll her eyes. Today was an angry day. “I have a balance. Some days I’m up. Some I’m down.”
She’d thought of that line the night before, and was particularly proud of it. It was accurate, after all. And it got to the heart of the problem – Spring wasn’t normal, and she was perfectly content that way.
It was just the rest of the world that had problems.
“Spring, it’s not enough to average calm. You have to learn how to actually be calm. Your mood swings and attitude shifts are upsetting the rest of your classmates.”
She had an answer to that, too, but that one never worked.
“Maybe they need to be upset a little bit.”
She’d known it would work, of course. Mrs. Schneider’s frown got really deep. “That, miss, is not your call. I’ll make this simple for you, since you enjoy being difficult. If you cannot learn to act like a normal child, you will spend your class time sitting in the corner.”
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Oh my. Yes, that family would be… memorable in any school. And Spring is very, very much herself. I liked this. THanks for the look at the siblings as kids.
Welcome! This was rather fun to write!