Never Fall For The Billionaire

Childhood Past

Chapter 7: Childhood Past

And here I thought he wanted me to be his slave. Then again, that would break my part of the deal; never to be in my life ever again. Guess he could be a man after all.

Geez, and here I am with my crazy imagination whirling out of control. I could feel myself heat up and blushed an unattractive tomato red.

Although, the things he could say reminded me of our destined past. Our fated meeting.

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12 years ago...

"Mommy! Mommy!" I squealed, "Are we there yet?"

"Almost there, honey, be a good girl and wait a few more minutes," my mother said, "Can you do that for me?"

"Okay!" I grinned happily. Only a couple more minutes and we'll be there.

Several minutes I spent walking and when I still didn't see it, I got impatient. "Are we ther-," almost breaking my vow to be good girl, until I saw it coming into view. "We're there! We're there!" I told my mother.

"Yes, we're there," she smiled. Probably because I was way too giddy for my own good. Most children would be grabbing onto their parent's sweater and begging them not to leave them behind. I might have been one of those children once but I got over it once I realized how amazing it truly was.

"Woah, why is it so . . . big?" I asked out of curiosity. The preschool and kindergarten weren't even half the size of an elementary school.

"That's because you're growing up to be a big girl," my mother told me.

"Really?!" I didn't know I was growing up at such a fast rate. It seemed to me that I was just a toddler yesterday. I was happy at the fact. I'll be growing up fast to help out daddy and mommy, I thought.

"Yes," my mother laughed.

We walked into a huge white room, chairs and an installed desk occupied the room. I read the sign on the front door, 'main office'. Back then I didn't know what it meant, but I could see my mother receiving a bunch of papers from a nice lady sitting on her desk, a counselor I guessed. The papers were probably information about my class and what we'll be doing for both semesters.

I wandered off. I could hear my mother calling my name and thanked the lady, while dashing to me.

"Don't wander around, okay?" she scolded me and held my hand.

"Okay, where's my class?" I asked worriedly, I couldn't see it in the distance. There were too many random numbers and letters I didn't understand.

"Right there, can you see it?" She said, pointing to a door far to my right.

I could see it, it was one room in the hallway out of dozens from what I could tell. "Let's go!" I yelled while pulling my mother by her hand towards the door marked 'Room 1A'.

"Full speed ahead!" she said laughing.

My mother turned the door knob and I took my first peek inside. It was a classroom similar to the others but there were numbers, symbols, and words I didn't get yet. Most of the other students were there already from what I could tell. I felt shy all of a sudden. They were all looking at me curiously.

"C'mon, go in, you've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?" I took a step but found myself shrinking away again.

My mother led me inside and started talking to the teacher, another lady. She had a dazzling lilac, floral dress on. I think it was her that inspired my desire for dresses.