The teacher

chapter 2

As the sun set in sunny California, the heavens opened at it began to pour. Ali sat on the curb outside the school, she sat sad and watched as all the different types of parents came to collect their children. She wondered why no one came to get her...then remembered, right, divorced bitter parents who would rather argue than look after their own child.

Mr Storm was rushing out the front entrance of the school to get to his car, as dry as possible when he spotted Ali. He looked really confused and shocked. He approached her slowly, curiously.

'Ali?' She turned around to face him, relieved someone noticed her.

'What are you doing out here?' Mr Storm approached her completely and stood, watching her as she just carried on getting soaked in the rain.

'No one came to get me' was Ali's answer as she turned back to face the road. Mr Storm checked his watch, it was 6.45pm, she should have been home a while ago now. She was 8, and this was no place for an 8 year old to be.

'Do you want me to call your parents?' He asked. Ali shook her head.

'They won't answer. And even if they did they wouldn't care. I got a lift from a neighbour this morning' Ali informed her teacher.

Mr Storm looked down at his phone and saw he had a text... it read

'I'm making my speciality tonight for dinner. Be home soon x'

Mr Storm smiled at his phone, he knelt down to Ali and smiled at her.

'We can't have you in the rain all night, you'll get sick. Do you want to come to my house and have something to eat? We can figure out the rest later' Ali looked at him, intrigued, he was her favourite teacher. She simply smiled and nodded at him. She arose to her feet and walked with him to his car.

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Mr Storm pulled up outside his house, Ali's face lit up when she saw it. It was a 3 story house, not massive, but plenty of space. Mr Storm smiled to her as he turned the engine off.

'Here we are' he said. Getting out the car and Ali soon following nervously, he walked to the front door and opened it up signalling for Ali to come inside. Ali was confused as he didn't need to unlock the door. As Ali walked inside she could smell hot food, smelt like steak, onions and some sort of potato...Mr Storm walked ahead of her towards the kitchen, greeting someone and smiling. Ali stood in the hallway nervous. Who was behind the door? Mr Storm said something along the lines of

'We have a guest tonight, hope that's ok? One of my students didn't get picked up, it was pouring rain and she looked cold and hungry'

Ali got lost looking g at the paint work I  the hall before she heard someone say 'hello' it was a woman. She had raven hair, pale blue eyes, she looked really pretty. She was about the same age as Mr Storm, she had a good sized chest, small waist but wide hips and big butt! That's just Ali's first thought of her!

'You must be Ali? My name is Margot. Welcome. Are you hungry?' Margot introduced herself. She was British. Spoke very softly and was very gentle when taking Ali's hand. Ali nodded to the question and the the and the her to the kitchen.

'So Alex, how was work?' Margot asked at the fryer checking on her chips that were frying away.

'Was good. How was your day beautiful?' Alex asked in response.

'No complaints' Margot replied.

'Who's Alex?' Ali asked confused, Alex chuckled to himself and looked at the girl.

'Me'

'Mr Storm? Your name is Alex?' Ali questioned, Alex nodded.

'This'll be our secret' he replied sweetly. Margot set the plates down in front of the two as Ali's face lit up. She had never seen so much food before.

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After dinner, Alex washed up while Margot chatted with Ali for a bit. Ali was fascinated with her stories, Margot is a midwife, she was telling her stories about delivering babies. Ali sat listening intently before asking,

'Are you Mr Storm's wife?' Margot smiled and winked at Ali.

'Hopefully one day' Ali looked confused again.

'She's my girlfriend ' Alex interjected, Ali looked more reassured by that and asked how they met.

'Was a cold winter night in New York, I was there with friends, Margot was there for a weekend training event. We bumped into each other...literally. We exchanged numbers after about an hour of talking' Alex explained the story to Ali when Margot started to talk.

'And we've been inseparable ever since ' she said smiling at him.

As night drew closer Alex had to think of what to do with his student at his house. Best to leave it for morning and speak to Principal Kellar.