The Flicker Between

Chapter 2: Break Room Banter

Maria shook her head and pushed the strange moment to the back of her mind. It had to be her imagination—stress, caffeine, or both. She grabbed her lesson planner, locked her classroom, and made her way down the bustling hallway toward the break room.

The teachers’ lounge smelled like burnt coffee and yesterday’s takeout, but it was the one place Maria could catch her breath. Inside, her co-teachers were gathered around the old, squeaky table, sharing laughs over a half-empty box of donuts.

“Late as always, Maria,” teased Mr. Alvarez, the history teacher, gesturing to the box. “Don’t worry, I saved you a jelly-filled one. It’s the least gross.”

Maria rolled her eyes with a grin. “Thanks for your generosity, Alvarez. Truly inspiring.”

“Hey, he didn’t save me one,” chimed in Miss Rivera, the bubbly science teacher, as she nursed her third cup of coffee. “Guess chivalry is reserved for math teachers.”

“Math teachers are heroes,” Maria shot back, grabbing the donut. “Without us, none of you would know how to calculate a tip.”

“Who needs tips? We’re teachers. We can’t afford restaurants,” Alvarez joked, earning a round of laughs.

As the group bantered, Maria felt herself relax, the odd flicker from earlier fading into the background. The hum of the conversation drowned out her unease.

But then, it happened again.

The coffee machine in the corner let out a strange whirring sound, then stopped completely. Everyone turned to look as the lights in the room dimmed ever so slightly. Maria’s heart skipped a beat.

“Looks like the break room ghost is back,” Rivera joked nervously. “Third time this month.”

“More like the budget ghost,” Alvarez said. “This school’s electricity is held together by duct tape and prayers.”

The others laughed, but Maria couldn’t take her eyes off the coffee machine. She swore she saw faint wisps of steam curling in the air, forming strange shapes—symbols she couldn’t quite place. She blinked, and they were gone.

“Maria, you good?” Rivera asked, nudging her.

“Yeah, fine,” Maria said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just zoning out. Long morning.”

“Well, snap out of it,” Alvarez said, tossing her a sugar packet. “We still have a whole afternoon of chaos ahead.”

Maria chuckled, but her mind raced while walking back to her classroom. Whatever was happening, it was getting harder to ignore.

The break room chatter helped Maria push the morning’s weirdness aside, but as the afternoon bell rang, reality came crashing back. She straightened her shoulders and stepped into her classroom, greeted by a cacophony of voices and chairs scraping against the floor.

“Alright, everyone, settle down!” she called out, clapping her hands for attention. Slowly, the noise dimmed to a manageable hum.

As she moved toward her desk, she caught sight of Tyler, the class troublemaker, leaning over a smaller boy’s desk. His tone was low, but his intent was clear.

“Seriously, Jake? That’s your drawing? My dog could do better,” Tyler sneered, snatching a paper from the boy’s desk.

Jake flushed bright red and reached for the paper, but Tyler held it just out of reach, grinning as the other kids nearby laughed.

Maria’s eyes narrowed. She hated this part of the job, but she wasn’t about to let it slide.

“Tyler!” she said sharply, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. The laughter stopped immediately. “Bring that here. Now.”

Tyler froze, his grin faltering. He glanced at his friends, then reluctantly trudged up to her desk, crumpled paper in hand.

“Jake’s drawing,” Maria said firmly, holding out her hand.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tyler handed it over. Maria smoothed out the paper and glanced at the sketch—an intricate drawing of a dragon curling around a castle. It was surprisingly detailed for a kid Jake’s age.

“This is impressive work,” Maria said, holding it up for the class to see. “You’ve got talent, Jake.”

The boy’s face lit up, and a few murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. Tyler rolled his eyes but said nothing.

“Alright, back to your seats,” Maria instructed. “Tyler, I’ll see you after class.”

The rest of the lesson went smoothly enough, but Maria couldn’t shake the strange sense that something lingered in the room. When she returned Jake’s drawing, her fingers tingled faintly as they brushed the paper. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it felt like a faint pulse of warmth—like the drawing itself was alive.

She glanced at Jake, who was scribbling furiously in his notebook, oblivious. Shaking her head, Maria dismissed the thought and focused on finishing the lesson.