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Ana felt swept off her feet as she ran around to different kids, helping them with their language worksheets. What annoyed her more though, was Elijah and Jamie chilling at the front of the class room, Elijah in his usual spot of leaning against the desk, his arms folded, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

"A little help would be nice?!" Ana grumbled towards them, in between talking to students.

"You look like your doing fine to me." Elijah shrugged.

Ana shot daggers at the black haired boy, and turned back to the young girl who was asking for her help. At this point, Ana was starting to regret taking the Modern Foreign Languages workshop.
It was at least another few minutes before Ana had reached her maximum. She walked right up to the two boys who were supposed to be helping her.

"Listen. You both signed up to run this workshop, the same as me. If you do not at least help out some of these kids, I will walk straight out of that door and leave it for you idioti incapaci to handle yourselves. So, what will it be? Are you going to answer a damn question or shall I grab my bag?"

Both of the boys shared a look before standing up straight.

Ana let out a breath of relief that she wouldn't have to leave. She wasn't sure she was going to anyway, but by the tone in her voice she knew they wouldn't call her bluff. The two boys walked over to a table, Jamie to the spanish table, Elijah to the french. Ana made her way to the italian table, grabbing a seat and sitting down with the kids.

"Does anyone need any help?" Ana smiled sweetly at the nine-year-olds.

"Ana, Josh keeps kicking my shins under the table." A red haired girl complained she she stuck her hand up.

"Shut up, ginge." Josh, apparently, shot back at the girl, surprising Ana.

"Let's not call each other names," Ana shot a glare, "or kick each other under the table. You guys have worksheets to finish so let's just—"

Ana was cut off by a high pitched cry, and a paper aeroplane falling from the young girls face. "Gesù Cristo." She muttered under her breath. She turned to the young girl who was now crying, with her hands held over her eye. "What just happened?"

The whole table of young children stared at Ana, with Josh looking particularly guilty. "He threw a paper aeroplane in my eye!" The girl cried, tears flowing.

"Okay, bimba, you're okay." Ana looked towards Elijah and Jamie, hoping they were paying attention.

Elijah was already watching the situation, whilst also watching his own table of kids.

"Elijah can you—" Ana began to ask.

"Yeah, I got it. Go."

Nodding her thanks to Elijah, she gently told the little girl to come outside the classroom with her. Ana crouched down to her level outside of the classrooms glassed wall section, so she could also keep an eye on the class at the same time, just in case.

"Let me see?" Ana asked the girl, who pulled her hands away from her eye. Her eye was red and looked very sore, but no serious damage was done. "Oh, that looks sore."

"It hurts." The girl hiccuped.

"I know, sweetie." Ana rubbed her arm gently. "But I'm happy to report your eyeball is still there and not popping out."

The little girl let out a little laugh, immediately making Ana feel glad she liked the joke and didn't panic more, for whatever reason. "I hate Josh." The girl whispered, her voice still slightly shaky.

"I'm not his biggest fan either, right now." Ana dramatically gave Josh a glare through the glass. Thankfully he wasn't looking, but it made the girl feel better. And just to be sure, Ana held her arms out. "Do you want a hug? They always make me feel better."