Hey guys! How are you all doing? Good, I hope. Anyway, I want you all to take in consideration of entering a contest that I am entering, The Collector Revealed by sibuna-daughter-of- artimis. And I want to get to at least 50 reviews! Thanks!

OoOoOoO

"Prayer requests, anyone?" Our teacher, Mrs. Brown smiled and asked. I raised my hand along with a few others, to share the decline in Gran's health. I loved Mrs. Brown; she was the only teacher that seemed to care about us.

"Nina?"

"Well, my Gran has-" I was interrupted by a few 'what's?' in the classroom.

"Did you say Mrs. Odel?" Amber spoke up, putting her nail file down. The class burst out into laughter. I giggled along with everyone, while shaking my head.

"No-" I denied, through fits of chuckling, "I said my Gran. She is ill." Even though the subject wasn't funny, the amusement did not die down.

After hearing multiple prayers, Mrs. Brown looked at each of us in the eye with a serious expression plastered on her face.

"I have something to share." She spoke, and we all looked up to meet her bright blue eyes.

"Usually I don't share this until about May, but I trust you all." We nodded our heads, encouraging her to go on.

"Well as you may have all guessed, I am not very rich. I barely have enough to make it through the week. I am also divorced, and you know about my three little angels." She made us grin, using emphasis on the word 'angel.'

"My husband left me one morning. I had everything. Homes, pets, money, friends, everything. One day he got up, and just left. I knew he was cheating on me, but I didn't exactly care. I thought if I gave him time, it would stop.

"The court said I had 30 days to leave my house and pack up. But with no money and two teens and one baby, it was difficult. I was living on the streets. The few valuable I could keep, I put in a storage house that my friend owned. All my others left me. That night, the shed burned down with my things and all. I had literally nothing but the clothes on my back.

"I got a job at various placed, before signing an application here. I got the job, and have been working here ever since." She finished, and a few tears leaked from the girls eyes. My lip quivered for my teacher, basically my best friend.

"My son is getting married. Our laptop broke so we cannot play a slideshow. It would be 200 Euros to patch it." Mrs. Brown smiled at the thought of her son. I did the math in my head, 200 Euros is about 268 U.S. dollars. If there were twenty students in the class, divided by…

I finally solved my equation. If we all brought in 10 Euros… we would have enough money to fix the computer! I just needed to tell the class.

I whispered by idea to Amber, who smiled. She looked at me and smiled.

"How do we get her out of the room?" I asked.

"No problem." Amber replied, hinting a smile. She glanced over at Mick, who she had recently broken up with, and slapped him in the face.

"Ow! What was that for Amber?" He exclaimed, standing up from his chair.

"Amber Millington! Out in the hallways with me, right now." Mrs. Brown said, and they went out in the hall to speak.

I stood up immediately, and quickly spoke. "Guys, if we all bring in ten Euros, we would have enough money to help Mrs. Brown pay for her computer!" I said, and eyes lit up at the idea. We all agreed, just in time for Amber to come back in.

"Sorry Mick." She mumbled.


The next day, students pilled into our homeroom teacher's room. Homeroom teacher's room. That's a lot of room.

We had all come in early to surprise her, and just to make sure we had Alfie distract her by bombarding questions while I collected the money. Everyone had voted that I give it to her, because of my idea. A few people forgot theirs, but I used spare money to bring in about 30 Euros. I was excited to see her reaction.

We all sat down, as we heard Alfie's voice travel down the hallway.

"But what if a cat and dog got together? Would it be a cog?" Alfie asked. Mrs. Brown sighed as she stepped through the door. She stopped, and her eyebrows got together in confusion.

"What are you all doing?" She questioned. Everyone looked at me as I stepped forward.

"Well, we know that your son is getting married, so we decided to help you fix your computer. We all brought in 10 Euros." I spoke softly.

Her reaction was clear. She was touched. I handed her the money, as tears welled in her eyes.

"I can't accept this. It's too much." Our teacher handed the money back to me.

"Yes, you can. We want you to have it. We beg you!" To exaggerate my point, Jerome got down on his knees. He may love money, but inside I could tell that Jerome was a deep person.

She nodded, and the room was filled with cheers.

"It's getting closer to Paradise." The thought went through not just my head, but our teacher's as well.

OoOoOoO

Oh. I don't own anything!