The Preacher's Daughter ✝

03 . ✝

Blossom AJ'a Higgins      

"While many parent-child conversations can lead to misunderstandings, becoming an effective communicator is not only possible - it can even be fun! In this guide you will find practical ways to communicate effectively with kids of any age, using words they can hear and techniques that make sense. The information is based on successful strategies that parents and experts have used with kids." Mr. Kings read through the book.      

My head was hurting me, but I really wanted to focus on this strategy. I pulled out my water bottle and drunk it as I popped a Advil in my mouth.      

"Ms. Higgins would you read the next page, please." He asked me in a smooth tone.  

    I nodded my head and flipped the next page. "Take a break and listen to the child. Specific actions - like making eye contact, kneeling down to the child's level and even tilting your head-show the child you are listening. They also help YOU stop and really listen. Use dialogue to find solutions. By first letting the child vent negative feelings, and then asking him or her to imagine a different scenario, you are encouraging him or her not only to discuss the problem, but to become part of the solution.    " I read.    

  "Thank you, Ms. Higgins." He said winking at me.    

  I nodded my head as I listen to someone else read.    

  "Hey Sarah." I greeted her and smiled lightly.    

  "Hey Bloom." She said giving me a hug as we was about to walk out side the door.  

    "Blossom, may I talk to you." Mr. Kings ask me.  

    Sarah waited for me outside of the classroom. I walked over to him, he was sitting on top of his desk.  

    "Yes, Mr. Kings."    

  "I've been watching you. You seem like a very bright girl. Perhaps you would tell me your age?" He asked.    

  "I'm 18, Mr. Kings."    

  "Call me Kendrick, would you believe me If I told you, I was the same age?" He asked me.       "Yes, Mr. Kin- Kendrick. You look very young to be a professor." I told him.    

  "I get that a lot, but to get to the point. I would like to take you out." He spoke, giving me a warm smile.    

  "Kendrick, I have a boyfriend." I told him.  

"Well his lucky to have you." He spoke with a more upsetting tone.    

  "Sorry, Kendrick. I really am." I said honestly.    

  He got up from the desk and came closer to me. I could feel the heat of the room rising. I stepped back, but he pulled me by my waist. Our foreheads were glued together. Eye contact were matched. He lean in and I could feel his lips on mines. He kissed me with so much passion. He searched for my tongue with his. I finally responded to the kiss and kiss him like my life depended on it.  

    He pulled me closer and I didn't feel weirder out or nothing. I actually felt like I was wrapped around love, itself. I roamed my hands through his curls. He sat me on his desk. He touched me with so much affections. I loved the intense. I wanted him. He didn't even try to touch me in any kind of way that would cause me to jump. His hands came from my waist to my face. I loved the fact, he knew I wasn't trying to go any farther with this.

      We got breathless and I pulled away. A smile landed on my face. I couldn't help, but blush. He got me off the desk and back on my two feet.