My chest tightened as Miss Boston walked over to me. I stared down at my paper, trying desperately to concentrate.
Make Mum proud. She'd want you to do this, even if she had just died suddenly.
I looked up as I heard 'Jodie?' again. Miss Boston was sat beside me, her hand reaching out to hold mine.
'Miss?' I let out a sob as I put down my pen and pressed my hand to my face.
'Jodie.' Miss Boston laid her hand over mine, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and fishing in her trouser pocket for a tissue. I took it and wiped my eyes, struggling to say what I wanted. How I felt.
'I miss her. But she's let me down. She wasn't my mum. Not when I needed her. She wasn't there to help me revise or... anything at all!' I was fierce in my reply, so fierce I didn't think she would understand.
'Jodie.' Miss Boston smiled sympathetically as she unexpectedly pulled me towards her for a hug.
'Hey, hey, it's OK. You can grieve Jodie.' She put the emphasis on can, as if she was encouraging me.
She stroked my hair to calm me down, running her fingers through as she somehow managed to get me to a state of somewhere near happiness.
'It's all right, sweetheart.' As she made to stand up, I stopped her, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze.
'Miss Boston? I wish you were my mum.'
Please review as I'm not too sure how this turns out... is a one shot for now x