THE MANY SECRETS OF GABRIEL SAKAI - MG Fantasy Feb 12, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
Post by rockinrobbie on Feb 12, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
Was Gabriel Sakai being stalked by his kindergarten teacher?
The question was silly, outrageous, ridiculous, yet it kept running through Gabe’s head. It was the first day of sixth grade, and Ms. Thorne stood at the head of his homeroom class in Mission Dolores Middle School. Her cold steel gaze scanned the students, her oak ruler tapped against her hip, and her snow white hair gleamed in a tight bun, not a strand out of place for no strand would dare disobey Ms. Thorne.
While teachers often switched classes to teach different grades, in this particular situation not only had Ms. Thorne been Gabe’s kindergarten teacher, but she was his teacher through every grade of elementary school. Over the Summer, Gabe had moved from San Diego to San Francisco, about five hundred miles away, but yet again there stood Ms. Thorne, gazing at him over half-moon glasses. What were the odds?
The only conclusion Gabe could draw was that, yes, indeed he was being stalked by Ms. Thorne. Like a fly stuck in a spider’s web, he was glued to his seat as she slowly approached him, the heels of her black buttoned up shoes clicking against the linoleum tiles. She stopped before Gabe’s desk, tapping it with her ruler.
“Gabriel Sakai,” she addressed him formally, “How fortuitous our paths cross once again. I hope we will have another successful year of education.”
“Yes, Ms. Thorne,” Gabe said, voice barely above a whisper, then summoning up a bit of courage added, “Just call me Gabe.”
“Gabe,” she repeated, cocking her head, then nodding. “I trust you are settling in with your uncles?”
“Yes, Ms. Thorne.”
“Very good. Stay after class. I want to have a few words with you.”
One thing, the only thing, Gabe looked forward to in this new school in a new city was that no one knew anything about him. He could completely reinvent himself and hide away all the terrible things in his life. But if Ms. Thorne was already broadcasting the fact that he now lived with his gay uncles, what other secrets would she reveal? Would she blab about what he was like in elementary school? Would she tell the class that his parents died over the summer? Resentment bubbled up deep inside him, and he gripped the sides of his desk until his knuckles turned white.But Ms. Thorne didn’t say anything more, just turned sharply on her heels and marched back to the front of the class. Unlike elementary school where the same teacher taught the same students for the entire day, in middle school a teacher taught only one subject, then students would move to a different classroom for a different subject taught by a different teacher. This suited Gabe simply fine, as he would only have to be under Ms. Thorne’s nose for the first hour of the day.