If The Shoe Fits: A Howlin' Good Fairytale Retelling by C.D. Gorri

Author:C.D. Gorri [Gorri, C.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

“Thank you,” she says, placing the last of the garland in a pile.

“So, how’d your pop quiz go?” Agatha asks, her tone casual but her eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“The juniors did well,” I reply, smoothing a wrinkle from the tablecloth. “I gave the same quiz to my sophomores, and… well, let’s just say they were not happy.”

“No?” she prompts, a knowing grin tugging at her lips.

“Nope,” I say, shaking my head, the memory still fresh enough to make me wince.

For whatever reason, it was like no one in the sophomore class had even glanced at their notes.

I mean, not one.

The room was filled with blank stares and frantic scribbling, as if sheer determination could summon the correct answers from thin air.

“Only the Spano twins—Bethany and Daniel—managed to pass,” I add, frowning. “And even that was by the skin of their teeth.”

Agatha looks up from the stack of streamers she’s sorting. “Bethany and Daniel? They’re the straight-A kids, right? Always turning in assignments early and volunteering to help after class?”

“That’s them,” I confirm, twirling a piece of ribbon absentmindedly around my finger. “But what’s weird is, the rest of the class—all of them—bombed. And it’s not like I gave them something impossible. It was the same material we’ve been covering for weeks!”

“Hmm,” Agatha says, her brow furrowing. “That’s odd. Was it, like, everyone-everyone?”

I nod, still puzzled.

“Pretty much. And the thing that really stuck out? Most of the ones who failed—like, spectacularly—were from the cheer squad and the football team.”

Agatha pauses, giving me a pointed look. “Okay, that’s suspicious. Did they have a big game recently? A late-night practice or something?”

“That’s what I thought at first,” I say, crossing my arms. “But no. I checked, and the only thing on their schedule was a pep rally last week. Nothing crazy. They had plenty of time to study.”

“Huh,” Agatha murmurs, her tone thoughtful. “Sounds like there’s something else going on.”

The sound of hurried footsteps echoes down the hall, interrupting our conversation. I glance toward the door as the first wave of students carrying boxes of decorations approaches.

“Guess we’ll have to solve the mystery later,” I say, waving my hand to magic the Scrabble board away before anyone gets an eyeful of the, uh, less-than-professional word choices we might’ve made.

The board and tiles disappear with a faint shimmer of blue light, leaving the table looking perfectly respectable.

“Smart move,” Agatha whispers, grinning.

I shoot her a look. “What? I’m a teacher, not a saint.”

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