Little Old Me (not my Story!)

Chapter 4

ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER

Emma was in School once again, Tuesday-the last lesson. She watched in awe as Miss Mills went through the Room. She wore some dark Blue Jeans, Small black sprandi's, A White Blouse and underneath a white Top. She put on a little bit of make up like every other day; to Emma, she looked perfect. The way she walked was as if she was light as a feather, sometimes in the lesson she Chuckled which caused Emma to smile widely and uncontrollably. She didn't smile very often but Miss Mills got her to Grin like an Idiot every single time. Emma quickly hid her smile behind her Hand and Bit down on her Lip so nobody would notice. When The Brunette Woman walked closer to Emma her heart began racing, then Miss Mills stopped as she was right next to her, she asked a student behind Emma some Question about some stuff they've been talking about for ten minutes or so, but since she was that close Emma could smell her perfume; well she thought it was a perfume-nobody could smell that good without perfume could they? She couldn't help but smile again; the Brunette smelled like Flowers and Apples and it reminded Emma of her Grandparents; they always used to go with her and her Brother to a large Flower Field where they picked flowers and put them into a water bottle until they'd be back at home. Yet, Emma quickly shook those thoughts away before the Pictures Of Her Grandparents' funereal would Show up in her Mind. After the Class Emma was asked to stay after because Miss Mills wanted to talk to her-Emma's heart raced once again. She didn't know what the Brunette wanted to talk about with her but just the thought of talking with that Beautiful human being alone made her a feel some kind of happy-she hasn't felt happy in a while, a very long while, that long she couldn't even remember when it was the last time she truly felt happy. She hoped That Miss Mills had finally noticed the Cuts that we're exposed for about twenty minutes straight; she hoped she could help her without having to beg for help. As The Class was Clear Miss Mills And Emma were the only ones left. Of course Emma's Friend saw no point of waiting for her; Emma didn't mind it-she was used to being left. "Umm Wha-What did you want to talk to me about?", Emma asked as she took her Bag and went over to The Brunette. As she stood in front of her Teacher Emma noticed for the first time that she was taller than the Brunette, not that much but yet some inches and Emma couldn't help but think about spooning the Brunette-yet again she shook those thoughts away quickly before she would imagine too much. "I saw you were pretty absent today in class, is everything alright? Do you understand the Subject we're currently doing?", Miss Mills asked and Emma could've cried from that alone. It's been an entirety since somebody asked her if she was Alright, well someone that wasn't forced to ask or did it so they wouldn't seem rude. She doesn't care-say yes-nobody truly cares. A voice in her head instructed and Emma did so, everything was fine, she answered. And she hated herself for it but also wouldn't change it-she wouldn't beg. Not for help. "Alright...If you need Help I'll be there.", Her Teacher Replied kindly and with a Small smile before she turned around to take her Bags as well; She still had a suitcase of partitions since she did a test in the Class before and didn't bring the partitions back yet. That was when Emma's heart raced more-She smiled at her! And did she really mean it when she said she'd be there?; Emma wanted to believe it but somehow couldn't. Why would somebody want to help me?, She Thought. It's just about The lesson; she meant she might explain some topic to you again if you didn't understand it. She doesn't care about you, it's her Job to Make sure every student understands the Subject. The Voice in Emma's Head Said And once again the Blonde listened to it. She didn't want to leave yet-it felt beyond amazing to be with Miss Mills; but Emma knew it had to end. "I can help you with that.", Emma blurted out without thinking. She never spoke if people hadn't asked her anything-she thought she was annoying and people wouldn't like talking to her. "You don't have to do it, I'm sure you want to go home as well.", Miss Mills Replied with a Small smile but Emma shook her head again. All that insecurities of hers and that scares didn't seem to matter to her anymore-she just wanted a few more seconds with her Teacher. "I can do it. I want to.", She Said And forced a small smile. She hadn't smiled in a while; she thought it probably looked really bad and ugly but the smile she received from her Teacher told her otherwise."Okay.", Was the other Woman's only response as she handed Emma the Suitcase with the partitions.