I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!
Chapter 67 Boat (2)

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Boat (2)

Alina walked slowly around the circle, fixing any lopsided folds with a gentle tap of her finger. She couldn’t help it — each time she saw a paper boat take shape in those small hands, her eyes shone brighter.

When the last little sail popped up, she clapped her hands together, the sound light and full of pride. "Look at these! Every single one of you did so well!" she said, her voice warm as sunshine. "I think you are the smartest, cleverest class I’ve ever seen." f.r(e)e\webn.ovel.co\m

At once, the tiny monsters puffed up with pride. Drake’s tail wagged so hard it thumped the chair behind him. Vlad Jr. cleared his throat and crossed his arms like a little noble but the tips of his ears turned pink from the praise. Luna gave a tiny huff, her pigtails bouncing, but her eyes sparkled fiercely. Even shy Rocky hugged his boat to his chest, his stony face trying and failing to hide the tiniest shy smile.

And Kelpie... oh, sweet Kelpie held his boat so delicately, like it was made of starlight and sea foam. He leaned forward to show it to Sable, who nodded once in quiet approval. which, for him, was the highest praise of all.

After every boat was folded neat (well, almost neat — Boo’s was upside down at first, but he pretended it was "special design") Alina clapped her hands once more, drawing all their shiny eyes back to her.

"Now! It’s time to colour your boats," she said, her voice like sunshine spilling across their desks. "I want to see your best colours — the ones that make you happy. Alright?" fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m

Nine tiny heads bobbed up and down.

She turned back to her desk, took nine small crayon boxes from the basket she’d gotten from the cabinet, and moved slowly around the circle, setting one box on each desk.

"Here you go, Kelpie... here you go, Luna... Boo, yours too — please don’t eat it this time!" she teased lightly, and Boo stuck out his tongue at her, hugging his box close.

As soon as every baby had their crayons, the room filled with soft scratchy sounds and the occasional happy giggle.

Kelpie’s watery blue eyes sparkled as he opened his box — pulling out the brightest blue crayon first. He started carefully filling his paper boat with rippling waves, tiny dots like raindrops. His whole little face glowed like a pond in sunlight.

Next to him, Sable opened his crayon box so slowly, like he was worried it might bite him. He peeked inside, found the black crayon immediately, and clutched it tight. He dragged careful shadows across his boat, every line neat but shy. Alina’s heart squeezed at how tiny his fingers were — so gentle yet so serious.

Luna, meanwhile, ripped her box open like a tiny wolf tearing into prey. Her yellow crayon was a blur as she scribbled thick sunny lines all over her sail — her pigtails bouncing wildly with each stroke. She even growled once when Boo peeked too close, and Boo floated away giggling.

Lucian, ever the tiny royal, placed his crayon box neatly on his desk, lifted the lid, and arranged his black and gray crayons in a perfect row before starting. His lines were sharp and crisp, each edge of the boat shaded like a noble demon’s crest.

Boo, of course, was drama itself. He opened his crayon box upside down, and half of it fell on the floor. He glared at the white crayon, poked it on the boat, saw nothing happen, and pouted so hard that even Vlad Jr. looked amused. "Teacher, this paper hates me," he declared.

Vlad Jr. was as elegant as ever, he picked a deep red crayon, holding it between two dainty fingers, shading tiny bat wings on the sail. Every so often, he’d glance sideways to make sure his was the prettiest. Drake sat next to him, furiously scribbling orange flames onto his boat, bragging loudly that his was the "fastest fire boat ever."

Felix, tails swishing lazily, traced green illusions like creeping vines across his paper — his fox eyes half-closed, a smug smile tugging at his lips whenever he caught Alina watching.

And Rocky squeezed his brown crayon so tight it nearly broke but his stone patterns looked so careful and proud that Alina just wanted to hug him.

After making sure every little was busy in activity, Alina quietly stepped out into the hallway. She brushed her palms together, feeling that happy hum in her chest — They did so well today, she thought, her eyes soft with pride. But another idea was blooming in her mind that would make the babies even happier.

She stood for a moment, peeking left and right, wondering who she could ask. Just then, one of the elder staff members appeared from the corridor, a stern but kind older woman with silver hair pulled tight in a bun, her uniform perfectly pressed.

"Miss Hart," the woman said, her voice calm yet sharp as a pin. "Do you need something?"

Alina blinked, pressing her palms together shyly. "Um — yes, actually. I was wondering... would it be alright if I took Class D outside for a small activity?" She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, trying not to sound too hopeful.

The staff woman raised one brow, studying Alina from head to toe like she was checking her for cracks. "I will ask the Principal," she said simply. Then she paused, narrowing her eyes. "Anything else?"

"Oh! Is there any place... like a pond, or maybe a lake nearby?" Alina asked, her tone gentle.

The elder staff’s expression softened. "Left side of the kindergarten. There is a small lake. The children like it." Then, before Alina could even thank her properly, the woman turned and seemed to vanish down the hall in a swirl of shadows.

Alina was still catching her breath when — pop! — the same woman reappeared beside her so suddenly that Alina nearly squeaked. She clutched her chest. "Goodness — you scared me!"