Emma's P.O.V

Ms. Mills doesn't move and I notice her hold around my shoulders is loose, her arms limp. I hear a small snore cone from her mouth. I smile softly and pull away. I notice that the sun has started to set. She moans in her sleep. "Don't leave me momma." she cries, still asleep. I touch her shoulder gently.

"Ms. Mills." I whisper. She doesn't stir. Looking around I notice the glass of water on the counter. I don't make a move to grab it and instead as I stand I lift the sleeping teacher into my arms. Quickly but gently I carry her up the stairs.

Guessing which door hides the master bedroom I pick the door at the end of the hallway. Sure enough, a large room is revealed to me. Carrying the sleeping woman to her bed, I lay her downand take off her black heels. I make sure that her phone has her alarm set and finally cover her up.

I turn around, and start to walk away but a hand grabs my own. I look at Ms. Mills. "Permanecer." she whispers before she falls asleep again. I don't know what that word means. I make my way out of her room, shutting the door quietly.

Grabbing a blank piece of paper I think about what I want to say. I press my pencil to the paper and start to write.

Dear Ms. Mills,

Thank you for helping me on my homework today. After my crying episode, I noticed that you had fallen asleep. I carried you to your room and made sure that your alarm was set. Before I left though you said something. What does the word "Permanecer" mean?

I finish writing the letter and sign it, leaving my cell phone number at the bottom so that she can call me if she wants to talk.

Putting my homework in my bag I leave her mansion and start walking home. I'm about halfway there when my mom's car pulls over on the side of the road. Climbing in I look at her. "Mom? How'd you know where I was?" I ask.

"I was on my way home and saw you." she tells me, as she starts to drive again. "So-how was your lesson?" she asks me.

"It was going great until my tutor fell asleep on my shoulder. I had to carry her up a flight of stairs, and then I let myself out." I tell my mom. She smiles at me.

"So-where's this tutor live?" she asks. I give her a small smirk.

"108 Miflin Street." I tell her. My mother slams on the breaks, and turns to look at me.

"Your tutor is Regina Mills?" my mother asks. I nod.

"She is also my Spanish teacher." I tell her. My mother nods. She steps on the gas and we get to our cozy little house-only to find it engulfed in flames.

My mother gasps and I pull out my phone, gripping it uncertainly in my hand. We watch as firemen put the fire out and our home collapses. My mother sobs, "What are we going to do?" she asks. A thought comes to mind.

"Mom, drive to 108 Miflin Street. I know someone that might help us."