Mary shifted from foot to foot nervously. In her hands, she twisted the blue binder that held her science notes and little love poems to Daniel Mitcher. She didn't want to stare at her sophomore English teacher Mr. Verdi too much, but she couldn't help it.

Mr. Verdi blue eyes quickly read the battered papers in his hand. He covered his mouth with his other hand, his eyes so deep in concentration Mary thought they might pop out due to stress. Mary only wrote three pages, front to back. Yet Mr. Verdi read each page over and over again. After what it seemed like an eternity, he spoke.

"Mary," He breathed. "This is very imaginative."

"Is it good?" Mary asked uneasily, unsure of the meaning behind his words.

"Good?" He replied in disbelief. "I tire of wizards and magic stories. You've written about a world that's so simple, yet so wonderful."

"Yeah, but is it good?"

Mr. Verdi threw back his head and laughed. "It's very good," He finally said. "Though I'm upset there is only three pages. Will more be coming?"

"I'm still working out some of the details. But more will be coming."

"Tell me, what inspired you to write this?"

Mary looked down at her feet and blushed. "My dreams."

"Dreams?"

She nodded. "I have these dreams about monsters. I used to have them all the time when I was younger. I don't have them as often as I use to."

"Because you got older and stopped being afraid?" Mr. Verdi assumed.

"No," Mary said, trying to bring out the right words. "The monsters were never scary. Scary looking, yes, but I wasn't afraid of them. I think as I got older, I just…forgot about them."

Mr. Verdi nodded. Then he asked, "You never mentioned any names. Do they have names?"

Mary felt a little weird about talking about her monsters like they were real. If anything, Mr Verdi was a little more than curious about them. "They never had names, I don't think. If they did, I don't remember."

Mr. Verdi nodded again and the room went into silence. He then leaned forward on his desk, placed his hands together and said in all seriousness, "Mary, I believe if you send this to a publisher, they will print it.

Mary's eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Would I lie? Go home, write up whatever you can think of, come back and I'll proofread it."

All of Mary's superstitions flew out of her mind when she heard that. Her mouth curved into a big smile and butterflies exploded in her stomach. "Really?" She squeaked. "You're not pulling my leg?"

"Yes!" Mr. Verdi laughed. "Yes girl! How many times do I have to say it?"

Mary couldn't contain herself any longer. With a great loud yell, she threw herself over Mr. Verdi's desk and hugged him. On lookers ignored the scene as the two began dancing in that small classroom, right during lunch time.

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A/N: Most of these chapters will be short, but fun! I hope you like it so far.

Anyhoo, R/R!