Bebe pov

"Ok kids let's do it again from the top. One more time and we'll go to lunch. Ready... A, B, C... Ok Charlie and James stop talking, this is important. Ok, A, B... Sophie this is not a hairdressing salon, so stop messing with Violet's hair." This was impossible, why did I pick a job which involves having to teach five year olds the alphabet? "No, no Matilda, where are you going? Come on guys ok, you can talk as much as you like during lunch break, just focus for two minutes. Henry sit down."

"Miss Stevens?" Poppy waved her hand in the air. "Oliver keeps kicking my chair."

"Yeah, and Harriet is drawing on the desk." Shouted Oscar.

"Ok fine, we'll go to lunch now and we'll do the alphabet when we come back." I gave in. "Come on, everybody up and get your lunch bags." The children immediately began running around the classroom, oh the joys of teaching kindergarten!

"Ahh, Miss Stevens, Isaac is pulling my hair." Mary cried.

"Well she scratched me." Isaac argued.

"He took my snack." Mary continued.

"OK, WILL YOU JUST ALL PLEASE STOP FIGHTING, ARGUING, TALKING, RUNNING AND PLAYING AND JUST PICK UP YOUR LUNCHBAGS AND FOLLOW ME." I yelled, this is the part where I feel bad because they all shut up and look at me innocently as if they're going to cry. "Right, ok, I'm sorry but I just can't put up with all of you when you're like this. Is everybody ready? We are going to walk very quietly to the canteen because the other classes are working. Everybody line up single file." I did a quick head count. "Archie, where is your lunch?"

"My mum forgot to pack me one Miss." He mumbled.

"Forgot to pack you one? Why didn't you remind her?" I asked.

"Because she was fighting with her boyfriend... Well one of them and last time I got in the way I was banned from going to Jake's party." He began to cry.

"Ok, it's ok Archie, you can have my lunch. I'm not hungry anyway." I handed him my lunchbox and he stopped crying.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"That's ok, now is everybody ready to go? Is there anyone else without lunch?" I scanned the line again and they all stared at me with blank faces. "I'll take that as a no then, ok follow me."

Once I had them all seated, I could relax. I went over to join the other teachers who were standing around the edge of the hall. I rolled my eyes at a few of them and one of them raised her eyebrows. "Hard work huh?" She mused and I turned to her.

"They're insane, they drive me insane, I don't know why I chose to work with kids I mean, my goddaughter is the same age and she's nowhere near as crazy as these children are." I fretted.

"Yeah I know, I used to teach them, now I teach the fifth grade. They're so much easier." The teacher smiled and indicated to the angelic group of fifth graders sitting at a nearby table.

"You used to teach them? How did you quit?" I asked.

"Oh well, they took a lot out of me so I just asked if I could swap classes. I had been teaching them for seven years though so they let me have a change. I then taught fourth grade for five years and now I'm teaching fifth." She nodded. All the other teachers who worked at the school were a lot older than me, they never seemed to look tired out though, even the first grade teacher looked fairly together and they were just a year older than the kids I was teaching.

"Oh... well how long do you think it will be until I can switch classes?" I questioned.

"Oh I don't know." The teacher shook her head. "You've only been at the school a year and a half. Besides, you're great with them, you'll get used to it over time."

"Over time? How long is 'over time'? And trust me, I am not great with five year olds, they hate me!" I replied and then there was a tap on my back. I spun around to see Tara standing there.

"Miss Stevens? Can you open my yogurt?" She asked.

"Um, yes of course." I pulled my manicure set out of my bag and used the scissors to cut the top off, she was looking at me weirdly. "You see, sharp objects are useful sometimes." I nodded and the teachers looked at me sternly. "I mean, not for you... I mean..." I trailed off but Tara smiled at me.

"You know, you're the prettiest teacher I've ever seen." Tara beamed.

"Aww, well thank you Tara, you're the prettiest little girl I've seen, but don't tell your friends that." I asserted.

"Get a room." A sixth grader whispered as he walked past. I was about to shout something but Tara began to talk again.

"Are you married?" She asked.

"Um... no that's why I'm called Miss Stevens." I replied.

"Oh... have you ever been married?" She continued.

"Well... no but I was engaged to a guy for ten minutes in high school, then I threw the ring away at prom. You see, I was going to marry him until I realised that I was not ready and that I was wrecking my life. I was kind of becoming a slut you see." I kept talking without realising.

"What's a slut?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, someone who sleeps around with a load of guys and..." I suddenly noticed that all the other teachers were either glaring or staring at me with their mouth hanging open. "Do you know what? Lunch is almost over and I'm still holding your yogurt so why don't you go and eat that with your friends and then we can go back to the classroom and learn the alphabet." I smiled.

"Ok." She beamed and skipped off. I was still crouching down so stood up slowly and turned to the teachers.

"See?" I pointed to myself. "Should not be teaching kindergarten!"

Yey, I enjoyed writing this chapter which may be why I wrote more, I hoped you enjoyed it too! Review please xxx