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THE giggling from the inside of the headmistress' office brought a frown on Summer’s face. She knew that it was from Marcia but she is wondering who made the reserved woman laugh like that. For years that she has known Marcia, the werewolf is not only a little standoffish but only a few things could make her laugh. Often, it was due to the kids’ achievements. Instead of going inside the office, Summer went straight to the gardens. She found several teens and the in-house gardener gathering lettuce from the greenhouse. She overheard the gardener lecturing the kids on the proper way of harvesting the vegetable. Summer sat at the bench under a tree. She placed the messenger bag beside her. She was about to lean on the bark of the tree when a boy approached. “Ms. Marcia wanted to see y