Enjoy, my lovely cats!
“Okay, class, let’s wake up and face the music,” Mr. Foley, the English teacher said, beginning to pass out packets of paper to everyone. “For the rest of the semester, we’re going to discuss what we’ve learned from the fairy tales we’ve been studying this year.”
He went to the board, a marker deftly held between his long fingers, and he wrote the words FAIRY TALES, THEIR SYMBOLISM & ELEMENTS across the top, and then made three wide columns, titling one with Fairy Tales, the second with Reoccurring Elements, and the last one with Symbolism. He turned to the class and plopped down on top of his desk. “Now, who can name off some of the tales we’ve been covering since last semester? Shadoe?”
“Rumplestiltskin and Sleeping Beauty.”
“Excellent,” he said, writing them down. “Anyone else?”
“Snow White, Rapunzel, and The Tale of Snow White and Rose Red,” a smooth voice behind Shadoe said. Shadoe frowned, not recognizing it, and she looked over her shoulder at a very unfamiliar dark-haired boy with bright, intelligent eyes, who sat diligently, tapping his pencil softly against an open notebook, with a chart that matched the one on the board. His clothing was relaxed, typical style for this town’s teenage population, except for the jacket, which was smartly tailored, and reminded Shadoe of soldier coats from the olden days. He was also wearing gloves, which was odd for being indoors. He must have felt her eyes on him, for he glanced over and flashed a charming smile. Shadoe looked away, startled, not by the gesture, but what else she saw. Were those…. Fangs?
“Also good examples,” Mr. Foley said, pulling her back to reality. “Now, we have enough to go off of for today, so why don’t we discuss some of the reoccurring elements that we see in the stories listed here?”
“Shitty parenting,” an obnoxious boy named Malcolm said from the back. There was a murmur of a giggle from the entire class, and Mr. Foley’s nostrils flared as he sighed in irritation.
“Thank you for that input, Mr. Baxton. But yes, bad parenting, or a lack thereof is a theme in many of these stories. Can anyone give me another reoccurring element?”
“Curses or poison, or both,” the mystery boy said, glancing at Shadoe again, which she could see out of the corner her eyes. She couldn’t help but watch him nervously now, and he seemed to be keeping an eye on her as well. Why was her heart beating so fast?
“Pay attention!” a sharp voice hissed in her ear, reminding her that Lilith was sitting right behind her. Shadoe jumped at the harshness, and Mr. Foley glanced in their direction, raising an eyebrow. He turned to them, arms folded.
“Would either of you two like to add to his answer, or provide one of your own?” he asked, and the whole class looke d at them. Shadoe could feel the daggers jabbing into her skull that Lilith was shooting at her. Not like it was her fault Lilith had to open her mouth and get everyone’s attention, but now it was all on her to keep the conversation going. But her mind was blank. She had an answer, but now it was gone.
What was she going to say?