Amelia was so used to being on her own. It had been that way for a long time, and really the only other person she had in her life was her sweet little girl. Lily. She was such a doll, and never once did Amelia ever regret having that beautiful little girl, even if her father had hurt her. Lily looked like James. Same brown hair. Same bright smile. But she had Amelia's blue eyes. Not only did she look like James, Lillian acted like him a lot too. She had the same light hearted personality(or at least, that was the personality he had had when she and James first got together) and gentleness to her, understanding when someone was hurt whether it be emotionally or physically. Amelia hadn't realized that about her young daughter until later, and had decided to try her best to hide those bad feelings from her daughter. She never wanted her daughter to share those horrible emotions and worries with her. All she wanted to see on that cute little face was the bright smile that she loved so much.
Humming lightly to herself, she cleaned off the write board from the day of teaching a class full of kindergartners, waiting for her daughter, who had just started first grade that year, to come back from the bathroom. It was great to work in the school system, where she could keep an eye on her daughter and if anything bad happened she could get to her quickly. It made her feel much better as a parent. Putting down the board cleaner, she looked toward the door, speaking to herself, "Where is that girl? I hope she's not running the halls again. Last time she did that she bumped into Mr. Lanford. Boy was he mad when he dropped all those eggs for his science experiment." She laughed lightly to herself at the memory. Mr. Lanford was the fifth grade's science teacher and a very grumpy man who Amelia believe hated children all together. Why he taught kids, she couldn't find a clue. but he seemed to dislike Amelia's daughter most of all.
Turning, she began to shift through papers on her desk, putting things into a neat pile, and looked up at the one student left in her class room. Parents who picked up their children were supposed to pick them up out front before three o'clock. When it turned three, Amelia had told the people in the office to send the little girl's father to pick her up from the classroom, that way the little girl didn't have to wait outside. Smiling gently at the girl, Amelia walked over and pulled out a few coloring sheets and a box of markers, "Here sweety. You can color these until your daddy gets here, okay? I'm sure he'll be here very soon. I'm sure he just got caught in traffic of something of the sort."
She moved toward her desk and as she sat down, sorting through the paper's , the pattering of two little feet came from down the hall and suddenly the a little girl with brown hair burst into the room, giggling, each running over to their own mother. Lilly jumped into her mother's lap, out of breath from running, yet still talking excitedly, "Momma! Momma! Can I go outside to the play ground! PLEASE?! PLEASE?!"
Laughing Amelia held the little four year old in her arms, "There's my little Lily Pad. Slow down and catch your breath. Your asthma's going to act up if you don't."
The little girl, although obviously impatient to hear her mother's answer to the earlier question, did as she was told and took a moment to take deep breaths and calm herself before looking more calmly and pleadingly up at her mother, "Can I go now? Pleeeeeease?"
Smiling softly at her daughter, she nodded, "I suppose. But don't go running down the hall. We don't need another incident like the egg incident." She didn't see any problem with it. She could see the play ground from the class room window and the play ground was fenced. No one form outside the school could get in and the kids couldn't get out. The only way to get on the playground was through the school hallways. It was perfectly safe. She watched the child run eagerly off, laughing, "Hey! I said no running!" Sighing with a shake of her head and a small smile she sat back in her chair. She would have offered that the little girl left in her classroom could go as well, but she wasn't sure what her father was like and if he would approve of that. It was kind of a liability thing.
She continued to shuffle the papers, a smile on her face and when she had them all in order she stood up, moving toward her bag when a man walked in the room. When she looked up to see the girl's father, a soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes wide and the paper's slipping from her hands, falling to the floor in a mess. Snapping out of her surprised state as quickly as she got into it, she bent down nervously picking up her papers, and looked up at him warily from under her long lashes.
After gathering all of her papers, she stood up straight, and stared at him for a moment before looked at his daughter and back at him, "Started a family I see. A lot must have happened in the past six years for you since we last saw each other, James." She moved over, putting the paper's in her bag, getting ready to leave, "You're daughters a good student and a very sweet girl. She must not take after you." Okay, maybe that was harsh, and the sour tone she had showed she was clearly not pleased with seeing him again. Putting her bag on her arm, she looked at him, her chin held high as if to put him down, "You know, pick up is supposed to end at three. Don't make this a habit." She stated, before walking out of the class room door and down the school hallways.
Humming lightly to herself, she cleaned off the write board from the day of teaching a class full of kindergartners, waiting for her daughter, who had just started first grade that year, to come back from the bathroom. It was great to work in the school system, where she could keep an eye on her daughter and if anything bad happened she could get to her quickly. It made her feel much better as a parent. Putting down the board cleaner, she looked toward the door, speaking to herself, "Where is that girl? I hope she's not running the halls again. Last time she did that she bumped into Mr. Lanford. Boy was he mad when he dropped all those eggs for his science experiment." She laughed lightly to herself at the memory. Mr. Lanford was the fifth grade's science teacher and a very grumpy man who Amelia believe hated children all together. Why he taught kids, she couldn't find a clue. but he seemed to dislike Amelia's daughter most of all.
Turning, she began to shift through papers on her desk, putting things into a neat pile, and looked up at the one student left in her class room. Parents who picked up their children were supposed to pick them up out front before three o'clock. When it turned three, Amelia had told the people in the office to send the little girl's father to pick her up from the classroom, that way the little girl didn't have to wait outside. Smiling gently at the girl, Amelia walked over and pulled out a few coloring sheets and a box of markers, "Here sweety. You can color these until your daddy gets here, okay? I'm sure he'll be here very soon. I'm sure he just got caught in traffic of something of the sort."
She moved toward her desk and as she sat down, sorting through the paper's , the pattering of two little feet came from down the hall and suddenly the a little girl with brown hair burst into the room, giggling, each running over to their own mother. Lilly jumped into her mother's lap, out of breath from running, yet still talking excitedly, "Momma! Momma! Can I go outside to the play ground! PLEASE?! PLEASE?!"
Laughing Amelia held the little four year old in her arms, "There's my little Lily Pad. Slow down and catch your breath. Your asthma's going to act up if you don't."
The little girl, although obviously impatient to hear her mother's answer to the earlier question, did as she was told and took a moment to take deep breaths and calm herself before looking more calmly and pleadingly up at her mother, "Can I go now? Pleeeeeease?"
Smiling softly at her daughter, she nodded, "I suppose. But don't go running down the hall. We don't need another incident like the egg incident." She didn't see any problem with it. She could see the play ground from the class room window and the play ground was fenced. No one form outside the school could get in and the kids couldn't get out. The only way to get on the playground was through the school hallways. It was perfectly safe. She watched the child run eagerly off, laughing, "Hey! I said no running!" Sighing with a shake of her head and a small smile she sat back in her chair. She would have offered that the little girl left in her classroom could go as well, but she wasn't sure what her father was like and if he would approve of that. It was kind of a liability thing.
She continued to shuffle the papers, a smile on her face and when she had them all in order she stood up, moving toward her bag when a man walked in the room. When she looked up to see the girl's father, a soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes wide and the paper's slipping from her hands, falling to the floor in a mess. Snapping out of her surprised state as quickly as she got into it, she bent down nervously picking up her papers, and looked up at him warily from under her long lashes.
After gathering all of her papers, she stood up straight, and stared at him for a moment before looked at his daughter and back at him, "Started a family I see. A lot must have happened in the past six years for you since we last saw each other, James." She moved over, putting the paper's in her bag, getting ready to leave, "You're daughters a good student and a very sweet girl. She must not take after you." Okay, maybe that was harsh, and the sour tone she had showed she was clearly not pleased with seeing him again. Putting her bag on her arm, she looked at him, her chin held high as if to put him down, "You know, pick up is supposed to end at three. Don't make this a habit." She stated, before walking out of the class room door and down the school hallways.