$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Sophie Davidson slumped her shoulders as her last dart landed straight above the bullseye. Some days she was a perfect shot, other days like today every single dart missed her target.

Kicking some books out of her way Mrs. Davidson started pulling the sharp arrows out of the board and wall. Her game was quickly cut short, however, as her phone rang from the other side of the room. Sticking all five darts into the bullseye she walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. "What?"

"Hey honey. Do you think I could stop by and get that book?"

"I don't care." Looking around for the book, he was talking about she realized she had no idea where it was. "Are you sure I have it?"

"Yes I gave it to you because I thought you were going to see my niece before me, but I'm going to see them for lunch."

Scratching her head, the blonde noticed the planner she had snuck out of Brooke's locker.

"Is that ok?"

"I don't give a fuck Jerry." Sophie answered pulling the journal out and opening it to the front page. It didn't seem to be a journal with her secrets, but a log where she wrote down prices and bills.

"I'm sorry." Jerry mumbled, "Is this a bad time? Can I bring you something? You know my therapist was telling me-"

Hanging up the phone Mrs. Davidson studied the numbers. They seemed to have a pattern.

She didn't know why a young girl would be this involved in her families finances, but they were definitely struggling. Every month their debts grew, and Brooke's college fund was slowly disappearing. Leaning back in her chair Mrs. Davidson smirked. This could help her, in more ways than one.

Hearing a knock at the door she glanced at her watch and realized it was study hall. Putting the journal into her desks drawer, she cleared her throat "Come in!"

Very gently the brunette slipped in and closed the door behind her softly. "Sorry I'm early, my last class isn't too far away."

Feeling antsy Mrs. Davidson shrugged, "Have you made a decision?"

Brooke stood on her tippy toes and looked everywhere but her teachers eyes. "I would like to know more details."

Twirling her thumbs the blonde raised an eyebrow, "More details?"

She nodded.

"Ultimately you'll be my bitch."

Widening her eyes Brooke watched the older woman laugh.

"You'll do whatever I need you to do." Getting up from her chair she waved her hand around and walked over, "Do you see this place? I need help."

Standing still Brooke bit the inside of cheek waiting for the woman to continue.

"I think we could really help each other." Mrs. Davidson stood only a few inches from the shorter girl. Her eyes scanned her body but her facial expressions showed nothing.

Brooke stuttered, "And you'll give me good recommendations?"

Letting her lip curl as an answer Brooke took a deep breathe. "Ok it's a deal."

Bending down slightly Mrs. Davidson held her pinky finger out. "First you have to promise me a few things."

Confused held her smaller hand out and latched their pinkies together.

Mrs. Davidson examined her manicured nails next to the girls plain short nails, "Everything that is said or happens in this room stays between only us. If I hear you have repeated or told anyone about anything I will personally have you suspended and your school records ruined. Do you understand?"

Swallowing the knot in her throat Brooke nodded.

The blonde smiled and released her hand, "Great maybe you can start by cleaning this place up. I know that's like porn to you."

Looking around Brooke smiled and started picking up some books that laid across the floor. She wondered if there were actual videos of people cleaning, that would be an odd way to spend your time. Watching someone else clean. Examining the titles Brooke looked over at the blonde who hadn't stopped watching her. "Looks like you're the one who's enjoying it."

Caught off guard by the humor Mrs. Davidson smiled and leaned on her desk. "Well this isn't my usual category but it's alright."

Deciding not to reply Brooke moved things out of her way and studied the bookshelf that sat dusty and full. Taking out the books one by one she decided they needed to be reorganized in a proper way so they would be easy to find. There was no system now, so she would just take every out and simply start putting the books back alphabetically.

"So why'd you move here?"

"My dad is a cook at the new breakfast place in town."

"Your mom?"

"Gone." She said simply.

Squinting her eyes Mrs. Davidson Kicked her feet up on the desk and clicked her pen quickly, "I grew up in Brooklyn you know."

"Oh I'm not named after the city." Looking at the authors names Brooke moved around the room and picked up more books, "I'm named after my aunt."

"Is she back home?"

"She's dead."

Furrowing her brows Mrs. Davidson watched the girl scurry around the room. "Any siblings?" Watching her shake her head the blonde smiled. "Just you and your pop then?"

"Yes, I know your married but do you have any kids?"

Mrs. Davidson scrunched her face, "Kids are disgusting."

"I agree."

Leaning her head back and looking at her quotes tapped onto the ceiling Mrs. Davidson twirled her pen between her fingers. She enjoyed speaking to her for some reason. She couldn't say that for many people.

"What's your job?"

"My official title is 'Assessment and Curriculum Programs Coordinator." Mrs. Davidson answered running her hands through her hair.

Blowing dust off of a book Brooke glanced over at the blonde woman. She had never understood how some people can be so overly carefree. Opening the book, she held she realized it was in another language. She wanted to study every language she could, but she was so bad at it. Feeling something hit her shoulder, the young girl looked up. "Did you throw something at me?"

Mrs. Davidson leaned forward and placed her head in her hands, "Do you run?"

"From my problems yes."

"Noted." Getting up the blonde opened the door. "I run on the track every morning at 5:30 if you would like to join me."

Before Brooke could even respond she jumped hearing the door slam shut. Did she just leave?

Looking through the dusty blinds, she watched the woman stroll walk off of the sidewalk and onto the green grass that some man was working on. She lit a cigarette and flipped off the man who mowed. He threw his hands up annoyed, and Brooke did nothing but sigh.

Turning she wiped her now dusty hands onto her pants. She was excited to clean this room. There was so much potential. Maybe Mrs. Davidson would even let her borrow some books later. Taking deep breathes she realized this may be easier than she thought. Spending time cleaning and organizing would be comforting and Her new teacher was easy to talk to. Maybe everyone else was just exaggerating or maybe they had more in common than she thought, Either way, This was going to work she just knew it.