Chapter 1: The teacher

Isabella's POV

"okay, kids, get your jackets on. It's almost time to go." I say aloud to my classroom full of 5-year old's. Yep, you guessed it. I am kindergarten teacher. It makes me angry how people always say that they couldn't be a kindergarten teacher because you deal with boogers being wiped on you, runny noses, temper tantrums, and kids running around. Even though I deal with all that, I honestly wouldn't trade these kids or my job for anything. I mean, seriously, you deal with runny noses at any age.

I notice that everyone has their jackets o.

"okay, kids, let's go downstairs and wait for your parents." I get in front of the line and walk down with them. Different parents, who have been checked by the security guard come in, collect their 5-year old's and leave. It's almost an hour after school and I notice that one little girl is still left at the school building. She's from my class.

'Emily, sweetie, why don't you come with me back to the classroom while I call your dad?" I stoop down to her level and talk to her. The helps them understand that you are not yelling at them but rather talking to them.

Emily nods slowly, tears brimming her eyes.

"Emily, Hun, don't cry. I'm sure that he is just running late because of traffic." I slip my arm around her shoulders and walk with her to my classroom.

Once we get there, I start talking to her.

"okay, why don't you go play or read a book while I call your dad. Okay?" With that she runs over to the Barbie house in the corner of the room. Throwing her bookbag off her shoulders in the process. I get over to my desk, grab the big binder that has everything about each one of my students in it and flip to the file page that says, "Emily Cullen". When I look down the page that has the part of her father's phone number, I pick up my phone. 330-596-3697.

A man picks up the phone on the third ring.

"Hello?" A man, who on my papers says the name is Dr. Edward Cullen says.

"Hi, Dr. Cullen. I was just calling to inform you that your daughter, Emily is still here at the school building.'

"Oh! Shit! My ex-wife was supposed to get her. I was wondering why she hasn't showed up yet, anyways, I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

"Okay, take your time." After that I hang up the phone.

As he said earlier, Emily's father walks in my classroom.

"Hi, Miss Swan. I'm terribly sorry about that. My ex-wife is flaty – she's a "recovering" addict. I get off usually around 3:45 so I'll have to see if my mother can watch her for about a half an hour." He picks up Emily's bookbag.

"It's no problem at all. You know, I usually don't leave until 4:15 anyways, if you want I could watch her while you get off of work and come get her." I hope that didn't sound weird, but I'm a teacher.

"That would actually be great." He looks relieved and sincere.

"Wonderful, I don't want it to seem weird."

"Well, you are a teacher do I do trust you." He tells me. With that I decide to help him out and go get Emily.

"Emily, can you please put the dolls away? Your dad is here." She nods fastly and starts putting the dolls back into the doll house where they belong.

"Thank you, sweetie." I take her hand and walk to her father.

"Thanks again." Emily's dad says to me.

"It's perfectly fine, she really is a sweetheart. You're doing a great job."

After they leave I get my coat on, grab my work bag, purse, car keys. When I'm all set, I leave the door open for the janitors to clean and walk to my Haundi SUV.