Normal Is Overrated

For the next forty-five minutes, we prepared the new students' schedules and adjusted some of the upper-level kids' classes.

It would be a great year, I decided, making my way over to my homeroom class.

As I went, memories of my dream of the man and my visit with Quilla kept me distracted. My so-called fairy godmother seemed almost too crazy to be real.

At the door to my class, I put all of that aside.

Taking a deep breath, I plastered a smile on my face, went in, walked past the desks, and to the front of the class.

Students talked excitedly, and I soaked in their enthusiasm.

We were on the second floor. In our first year using the castle as the academy, I spruced each room according to my mood.

In this room, I turned the walls into magical movie screens.

On them, moments in supernatural history played out.

The one now was Titan's Battle - a war between the elves and the trolls over a mountain used to study, experiment on, and explore supernatural creatures.