I remembered the first time I saw my new English teacher. No…it wasn't Ms. Duval.
Back in my old reality, we'd had to find a new English teacher because the old one was moving back to the city with her family. Old Greta wasn't anyone's favorite so she wouldn't be missed.
I'd half expected another old wrinkling woman to take over. That was why I'd been taken aback when I saw Ms. Coraline for the first time.
I dreamt of her shiny blonde hair for months on end. The little curls in it framing her petite face. She had plump lips but she wasn't the type to speak very much.
That was the beginning of my crush on her. It became even endearing because she was at least fifteen years older than me. But it didn't matter because age was just a number.
Actually… I didn't bother much because I knew I'd never have any real chance with her. Which was why I'd resorted to my daydreams and my story. And boom! Ms. Duval's character was born.
