Gen's Pov
"Gen its so nice meeting you"
I finally snapped out of it.
"You too – this place is beautiful, how in the world did you find it?"
"The cottage and land use to be owned by an old friend of mine. He let me bring the students out for a picnic."
"I just love the old looking structure of it, and how it's surrounded by such nature"
"Yes, it is quite stunning" He said with a half smile
That it was. I just stood there gazing at the beautiful place. I went up to the stone cottage and touched it. It was like a jolt of happiness hit me, and I don't know why. Just the way this building made me feel, Calm. (Link to picture of what the cottage was to look like on my page)
Then Mr. Hatter announced it was time to eat. I went to go find Beth so we could lay down our blanket and eat are pb&j sandwiches. She was of course playing with the new friends she had made. I called her over and told her it was time to eat.
We ate our lunch and Beth went back to play with her friends. Then Mr. Hatter started to walk towards me.
"Um, do you have a minute to talk?"
As soon as he said that I became worried.
"Is everything okay? Is everything good with Beth and school?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Every time someone starts talking about their mum in school, she begins to cry. I also noticed you came with her hear and not her mother. I was just wondering why that is."
My heart sank a little. I knew I hated talking about it, but I had no idea Beth was crying in school. Why didn't she say something?
"Our mother died…" my eyes were already beginning to water. "…a year ago. She was in an accident."
"I'm so sorry to hear that." He really was sorry; you could hear it in his voice.
"Thanks. I've been taking care of her for the past year."
"Is it hard? I mean you're what 20?" he asked.
"I'm 19. But yea, yea it is. Between school and just life in general it's hard–"
"Do you want to go sit on the bench?"
I'm sure he asked because I was almost on the verge of full on tears. We walked up the wooden bench and sat. At that I began to tell him more of what happened.
"It's just that the day our mom died I made a promise. I promised Beth that I would take care of her. And I don't want to break that promise."
I was crying to the fullest at this point. And then something happened. Mr. Hatter wrapped his arms around me. It was the sweetest thing anyone has done in a while.
We sat there talked. It's what we did until the field trip was over. It was probably the best thing ever. I finally got to talk to someone about how I was feeling, and they cared. There were only two things. One: he was Beth's teacher, and two: he knew my story, and I knew nothing about him.
