May 6, 2014 by Sez
New Miss was angry. Nobody was sure – or particularly cared – why; New Miss was angry most days.
It was obvious that New Miss hated kids. Previous Miss had been different. She’d celebrated their triumphs and commiserated with their defeats. She’d never have said it, but they all knew she cared.
The only time they saw New Miss smile was when she saw them fail really hard at something. Then a brief smirk would cross her lips before the shouting started.
Today, the shouting was having little effect. This had become normal. They’d long since stopped bothering to try for praise.