Laila pov.
As I shut my locker I see the dreaded face of...Andrea Silvers the queen bee. She has had it in for me since... Well always.
"Hello Laila, seems like you decided to come back after last year. That was the wrong move freak. Watch your back." Andrea growled at me.
(Last year, her and her crew, beat me pretty bad and told me to never come back to their 'freak free' school..... As if I had a choice.)
Once she walks away I quickly run to my first class, English with Ms.Z. Handsern.
"Oh sharks! I'm late on the first day!" I exclaim as I run down the hallway to class 216.
As quietly as I can I open the door and head to the only open spot..... front and center. ' oh great' I think 'just perfect' I sit down and get my stuff out when I hear someone clear their throat.
Zailas pov.
I had started my English class when the door opened quietly and the tiny girl from Wattpad slipped in and scurried to the front seat. She didn't look too happy to be sitting there. She began to take out her books without looking up once so I loudly cleared my throat.
Her head shot up and looked at me, her eyes were full of fear. 'Why is she afraid?' I wonder,as my expression changes from stern to slight concern.
"Hello I'm Ms Handsern and you are?" I ask her
"I'm Laila Spero ma'am" she says in a small voice.
"Well Laila Spero can you tell me why you are late?"
"I'm sorry ma'am but there is no reason"she whispers looking down
"Meet me after class" I say before continuing the lesson
Throughout the lesson my eyes keep darting towards Laila, but she is always looking down at her work with her shoulders hunched over as if to protect herself. But from who?
"Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing"
The bell rang signalling the end of class followed by the sound of 20 chairs scraping the floor as the students filed out, leaving one small student sitting alone in her desk, her head still down and her shoulders hunched.
Once the door closed I pull my chair in front of her desk.
"Hey Laila hunny?" I whisper softly as I tap on her desk. Her only response is to curl into herself farther.
"Laila, I need you to look at me please" I try again. With the same reaction.
As a last attempt I try one more thing.
"Little one my eyes are up here please look at me so we can talk." I said in my 'mommy' voice. That got her attention and slowly her green eyes met mine.
"Good girl, now can you tell me why you were late? The truth this time?" I ask her with authority in my voice.
"Um well I .... I was in the bathroom" she whispered as she looks down and plays with her fingers. She is a terrible liar but I'll let it slide because she is getting upset.
"Ok darling your lateness is excused but next time call me or text me if you will be late so I know ok?" I say gently as I write my number down for her and I add my Wattpad username.
She takes the paper and walks out quickly. I shake my head at her flustered state and prepare for the next class.Laila pov.
I look down at the paper she gave me and I see she is the lady from Wattpad!!!
YOU ARE READING
The Innocent Lamb
RastgeleLailie is a girl raised by her distant relatives. They don't treat her right but she keeps going. What happens when they find out she is a little? What will they do? Where will she go? Who will help her?