The Lady Teacher without a Name by Otilia Tena

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SUMMARY: a little girl and a mysterious lady teacher

The Lady Teacher without a Name

I had waited the whole summer long to see them again, Lizzie, Gwen and the other classmates. Oh, actually I didn't miss Lizzie and Gwen too much: they came by quite often and made sure they didn't miss any of my grandma's cherry pies.
And then there was this handsome boy in our school, he was much older, fifteen or so I guess; he called us goslings. But you know what? It didn't matter anyway, we all fainted when he passed us by. We sort of got to know each other better and don't ask me how this happened because I've already told you he kind of looked down on little students like us.
"Smoking herbs, Brad? Won't you let me try it?"
"Fuck off, gosling! This is for tough guys. Well, well, you know I kind of care about you and this stuff hurts."
Then one day the door opened and she entered the classroom. There was a sort of light wrapping her shoulders and spreading inside. That's why we couldn't see her face for a few seconds. I jumped from my desk and drew the curtains; the sunlight was still dazzling at the end of summer. She had a white tulle or silky dress and a big belly.
"Are you our new lady?"
"Our new lady is pregnant!"
"Cool! We've got a pregnant teacher!"
"Sshh!" She put the finger on her lips and made the silence sign.
Now we all had a new reason to gossip during breaks. What worried me most was that Brad couldn't think of something else to talk about.
"Grandpa, she is so cute! Everyone talks about her, even that naughty Brad. It' curious she doesn't have a name. Nobody knows what her name is. You know what, grandpa? I asked her if she wanted to be my mother and she said yes!"
"How come you did such a thing, Daisy? Tomorrow you must...oh, no, I'll go and talk to her. See how foolish you are? What will she think of you now?"
"But grandpa, please, let her be my mother. Don't talk to her! Please!"
My school was near the woods, you know. And a few fellows told us they had stalked her and found out that she lived in a small house, on the other side of the swamp.
"Take me with you, you said you wanted to be my mother!"
"I can be your mother at school."
"Where do you live, miss?" She turned and made a few steps and I did the same and then she turned to me again.
"Go home, Daisy, it's lunch time. You must be hungry."
She and Brad became very close because whenever I entered the library, she was there with him and explaining don't know what sort of things for his essays. But Brad was kind of illiterate, as far as I know and she took up a hard job trying to make him read and write. She knew he was taking drugs and she spoke to his mother about it.
"Where's your lady, Daisy?"
"Take it easy, Brad, calm down!"
"Where is she? Why did she talk to my mum?"
"Why are you looking for her? Do you want to hurt her?"
"Oh, foolish gosling, why hurt her? Me? I..." He dropped his handsome face in both hands.
One morning I woke up with a sudden unpleasant feeling in my chest; it was so heavy, it nearly choked me. I was jealous. I realized this feeling had lingered for quite a long while in my belly,without my noticing it.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
"Yes, Daisy, darling, what is it?"
"I don't want her to be my mum any more.

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