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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
The Transfer Student V3 - Part 9 🛸
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A serial adventure for kids at bedtime
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Do you know what we love about Anne of Green Gables? She sees magic in ordinary moments. A cherry tree becomes the Snow Queen, a lake transforms into the Lake of Shining Waters, and kindred spirits can be found anywhere, even in the pages of a story. We're so excited to share that we've been bringing Anne's world to life for sleept Premium. Adapted from the beloved classic right here from our home on Prince Edward island, where Anne's story began. Each episode follows Anne through her adventures in Avonlea, meeting Diana, navigating school days and discovering that being yourself is the greatest adventure of all. We've stayed true to Lucy Maud Montgomery's beautiful story while shaping it just right for bedtime. Gentle, warm and wonderfully calming. And soon you'll be able to listen to Ann's complete journey in its own special feed so you can follow along from beginning to end. If you'd like to join Anne in Avonlea tonight, try SingleLight Premium. Your first week is free and you'll get access to Anne of green gables plus hundreds of extra stories with zero ads. Visit sleeptight.supercast.com to start your free trial or sign up through Apple Podcasts. Sleep tight. Hello friends and welcome to sleept Stories. Each week we share a few shout outs and birthday wishes for listeners who help support the show. It's a small way we say thank you and it always makes us smile. Happy belated seventh birthday to Nicholas, an amazing boy and first grader from Orange County, California. Mommy is very proud of you and loves being your mommy every day. Love you to infinity and beyond. Mommy and little sister Emma. Happy belated birthday to Lulu and Declan in Austin, Texas. You're never too old for a good story. We love you both so much, mom and dad. Happy 6th birthday Ellie and Leo. Whether you're building, playing, drawing or goofing around, we love watching your imagination soar and your friendships grow. Your kind hearts brighten up our world. Mommy and Daddy love you so much. Happy seventh birthday to Lincoln Edward from Denver, Colorado. We really lucked out with a son as clever, funny and imaginative and kind as you love from Mama, Daddy, Klaus, Pippin and G.B. happy 9th birthday to Evelyn Juniper of Portland, Oregon. You are a sweet tiny monkey. You are a chicken wing. Mommy, Daddy and Polly love you so very much. Happy 7th birthday to Robyn from Sail Victoria. Thanks for another year of laughter and joy. Mom and dad love you every day. Happy 10th birthday to Landry in Burleson, Texas. We can't believe you are double digits. Enjoy your golden birthday. Love mom, dad and Reece Happy 7th birthday to Max Morris in Saskatoon. You are the greatest soccer and hockey player with a bright shining star in your heart. We love you from mom, dad and Madeline. Happy birthday to Diana from Brisbane, Australia on March 15th. Mama loves you, you brilliant, curious child. Happy birthday, Victoria. We love you so much, baby girl. Love, Mom, Dad, Michael, Rory, Pippa, Dog and Moose. Moose and happy ninth birthday, Marley girl. I am so proud of the kind, smart, brave young lady that you're becoming. You're such a bright light and it's amazing to watch you grow. Wishing you the best year yet. Mom, dad, Princey and Rosie love you so, so much. Happy birthday to you all and thank you for supporting the show. We're so grateful you're here with us. Whether you've been listening since the beginning or just found us last week, you're part of something really special. Millions of families around the world making bedtime a little sweeter together. This year we have some lovely new stories planned. More adventures, more wonder, and maybe even a few surprises. We can't wait to share them with you. Now, on to our story. It has been a few days since the gang spoke to Jordan and they are in the cafeteria for lunch. They see Jordan sitting across the cafeteria with his hood down. This is a new thing for him, and they talk about inviting him over, but remember that they told him when he is ready to come over, he is always welcome. Red realizes that the gang are her people and hopes that Jordan and Senna can also find their people and be happy. The Transfer Student Volume 3 Part 9 It's next Wednesday and the cafeteria is its usual chaos. Hundreds of students crammed into a space that features feels too small, voices bouncing off the walls, the smell of pizza and something that might be meatloaf competing for attention. Trays clatter, students shout, someone drops a plate, and the entire room erupts in applause and cheering. Standard school lunchtime chaos. The gang's at their usual table by the windows, the one that's slightly wobbly because one leg is shorter than the others. Charlie's already claimed the good chair, the one that doesn't have a rip in the seat, and Alexa's positioned herself at the end where she can see her tablet screen without the sun creating glare. Rachel's reading while she eats, somehow managing to turn pages without getting crumbs in her book. Kurt's got what looks like three sandwiches, two bags of chips, an apple, and a granola bar spread out in front of her like she's preparing for hibernation. Red's halfway through her own sandwich, veggie, turkey and cheese. She still avoids meat, which tastes weird compared to the food, but she's getting used to it when she notices Jordan across the cafeteria. He's sitting alone at a corner table near the back, reading, but something's different. His hood's down. That's new. For weeks Jordan's been a hunched figure in a dark hoodie, trying to disappear into furniture, but today his head's actually up, book open in front of him, reading like a normal person instead of someone actively trying to hide from the world. Should we invite Jordan over? Charlie asks, following her gaze. We said he's welcome anytime, kurt says through a mouthful of her third sandwich. We also said no pressure, alexa reminds them. Let him decide when he wants to. Maybe he's not ready yet, rachel adds quietly. It's only been a week. Red nods. They'd agreed be friendly, but don't force it. Jordan needs to decide on his own. Senna walks past their table with her lunch tray, waves cheerfully, then sits with a group of seventh graders near the door, girls from her English class. Red thinks Sena's laughing at something, one of them says. Senna's doing good, kurt observes, mouth full of something. Yeah, red agrees, smiling. Senna's finding her own way, making her own friends. She doesn't need the gang hovering over her. Back to important matters, charlie says, pointing at Kurt's lunch. How are you eating that much food? Practice after school and before school. Kurt unwraps a granola bar and basically during lunch. That's not an answer, that's just. Just stating when you eat. Have to fuel the engine. You need a feeding schedule, charlie mutters, then sneezes directly into his elbow. Did you bring extra tissues today? Alexa asks, moving her tablet slightly away from the sneeze zone. Three packs. Good. Red looks around the table at her friends, the gang, and feel settled. This is good. Jordan's okay. Senna's okay. They're all okay. After school, Red's in the library, writing out the answers to her math homework. She has to at least make it look challenging when someone appears beside her table. Hey, can I sit here? Red looks up Jordan, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking nervous but not terrified. Of course, red says, moving her books to make room. Jordan sits down carefully, pulls out homework, and they work in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just the sound of pencils on paper and the distant hum of the library's ancient heating system. I wanted to say thank you, jordan says suddenly. For last week. You don't have to keep thanking us, I know, but. Jordan fidgets with his pencil. It helped knowing I'm not in trouble, that people don't think I'm weird. You're not weird, red says. You're observant. And weird wouldn't be bad anyway. Look at Rachel. Or Kurt. Jordan manages a small smile. Senna said the same thing. She's smart. She helped me a lot that morning in the library. Jordan pauses. She understood what it's like to feel invisible. She did, Rachel agrees. She still does sometimes, I think. But she's getting better at being visible. They work quietly for another few minutes. Your friends are really nice, jordan says eventually. Charlie's funny even when he's sneezing on everything. Red laughs. He'd be pleased to hear that. He considers the sneezing part of his charm. That and his lack of fashion sense. Kurt's kind of amazing. How does she eat that much? Nobody knows. It's a mystery we've given up trying to solve. Jordan grins, then goes back to his homework. Hmm, that one's tricky, red says, pointing to problem seven. The answer looks like it should be negative, but it's actually positive. Thanks, jordan says, erasing a few more minutes of comfortable silence. Then Jordan starts packing up. I'm not ready to sit with you guys at lunch yet, jordan admits, not quite meeting Red's eyes. Is that okay? Completely okay, red says. Whenever you're ready. No rush. Maybe eventually. Whenever eventually is, red confirms. Jordan slings his backpack on. See you around? Definitely. After Jordan leaves, Red sits there for a moment, feeling good about hanging out with Jordan. They'd solve the mystery of the locker notes, but more than that, they'd help someone feel less alone and made a new friend. She gathers her books and heads out, already thinking about what mystery might come next. Later that afternoon, after everyone's had time to get home and regroup, the gang gathers at Red's house, all five of them. Red, Charlie, Alexa, Rachel, and Kurt spread out across Red's room with homework and snacks. Blue tries to slip in behind Kurt. You need to get out, stinky head, red says without looking up from her notebook. But I helped. I found the early arrival time. You're a consultant, not a member. This is official club business. That's not fair, blue grumbles. But he leaves, closing the door with slightly more force than necessary. He's going to eavesdrop, kurt observes, unwrapping yet another granola bar. Definitely, red agrees. But at least he's on the other side of the door. Charlie sprawls on the floor with his notebook. So we solved it. The note writer was just a lonely kid trying to help people. Not just, Rachel corrects gently from her spot by the window. Jordan made real differences in people's lives. Maya's still playing piano, alexa adds, scrolling through her tablet. And that kid got the lead in the play. Those are actual outcomes. And now Jordan has friends, kurt says. What about Senna? Charlie asks. Is she still. I mean, is she still part of things? Red thinks about Senna laughing with those girls at lunch. Senna's good. She's finding her own way. I don't think she needs us as much. But she's still our friend, right? Charlie looks genuinely worried. Yeah, red says confidently. But she's not looking to join a mystery solving club. She's just looking for a place to belong. And I think she's doing okay. Good for her, rachel says quietly. Not everyone needs to solve mysteries. Charlie sneezes directly onto his notebook again. Charlie. Everyone shouts in unison. What? I can't control my sinuses? You could maybe aim away from your notes, alexa suggests. Where's the fun in that? Despite the grossness, everyone laughs. Red looks around at her friends, feeling grateful. When she first got to Earth, she'd been so sure she'd never find friends, people she could trust. She'd spend weeks missing her Mars friends, Zara and K.L. and the others, missing the way they understood each other without having to explain everything. She'd been convinced Earth friends would never feel the same, that she'd spend middle school pretending to be normal and feeling lonely the whole time. But she'd found them. She had her gang. Jordan and Senna are friends, good friends. But this group right here, the five of them crammed around a wobbly table arguing about sandwich physics. This is home. So, rachel says, closing her book. What's next? Next? Red asks. The Solving Mysteries club doesn't stop just because we solved one mystery, rachel points out. What do we investigate next? Everyone perks up, leaning forward. Red grins. What have you got? Alexa pulls up her tablet, scrolling through her notes. Actually, I heard something interesting today. What? Everyone leans in closer. Someone's been leaving anonymous gifts in the teacher's lounge. Good gifts, fancy coffee, nice pension, expensive chocolate. But nobody knows who's doing it. Charlie frowns. That doesn't sound like a problem. It's not. But it is mysterious. Are we investigating nice things now? Kurt asks, unwrapping another granola bar. We investigated Jordan's nice things, rachel points out. Red considers this. It is kind of weird. Why would someone leave anonymous gifts for teachers. Maybe they're buttering them up for better grades, charlie suggests. Or maybe someone just really appreciates teachers, alexis says. Or, Kurt adds dramatically. It's a diabolical plot to poison the entire faculty. Everyone stares at her with expensive chocolate? Red asks skeptically. I'm just saying we should consider all possibilities. Charlie sits up suddenly. What if it's aliens trying to learn human gift giving customs? The staring intensifies. What? It could happen. We literally have Martians at our school. We're not investigating aliens, red says firmly. But she's grinning. But the teacher gifts thing is actually interesting. When did it start? About two weeks ago, alexa reports. Every few days something new appears. Always during lunch, when the lounge is empty. So someone has access during school hours, rachel observes. Could be a student, could be a teacher, red muses. Could be anyone, really. So we're investigating? Alexa asks, fingers poised over her tablet. Red looks around at her friends, all of them alert, interested, ready. This is what they do. They find mysteries and solve them together. Yeah, red says, smiling. We could try. There's a small thump against the door. Red whips it open. Blue tumbles in, having clearly been leaning against it. I wasn't listening. You were definitely listening. Blue grins sheepishly. Can I help with this one? Please. I'm really good at surveillance. Red sighs. Maybe as a consultant. Blue pumps his fist and races downstairs, already planning his strategy. Red shakes her head, but she's smiling. Here we go again. That evening, after everyone's gone home, Red sits at her desk, staring at her notebook. She's written teacher gifts mystery at the top of a fresh page with a few bullet points underneath. Anonymous expensive items during lunch periods. Started two weeks ago. But her mind keeps drifting back to the locker notes case they'd started with mysterious coded messages and ended with helping a lonely kid feel less lonely. Jordan's not invisible anymore. Or at least less invisible. Senna found her footing. And the gang. The gang is solid. Red looks around her room. Posters she picked out at the store with her mom, books from the library, study notes from her university classes spread across her desk. Almost normal Earth kid stuff. It's been a long time since they arrived from Mars. Months of feeling like everything was wrong. Too green, too loud, too crowded, too much gravity. Food that tasted weird. People who talked too fast, and their weird English usage, which she was still adjusting to. It's still all those things. Earth is still strange, but it's getting easier. She has friends who trust her. She has a little brother who's annoying but surprisingly helpful when he wants to be Red. Dinner. Her mom calls from downstairs. Red closes her notebook and heads down. Blue's already at the table, talking rapidly about how he's going to crack the teacher gift case wide open with his superior surveillance guest skills. Their mom is setting out plates, smiling at Blue's enthusiasm, even though she has no idea what he's talking about. Normal family dinner. Normal Earth family dinner. Earth doesn't feel completely right yet, but it's getting better day by day. Red joins the conversation, already planning tomorrow's investigation strategy. The Solving Mysteries Club may have a new case. Earth is feeling more like home every day. And that is the end of this part. Good night. Sleep tight. Sa.