Hey everybody, thanks for your reviews ! I feel like a spoilt kid just by reading them ^^
Without further do, here's the second chapter … Basically, it introduces Naomi, why she decided to be a teacher, all that stuff.
Also, I'll try to update this every day, but as school isn't over yet and that I'm very lazy, I can't promise you that ...
(Thanks for explaining me the whole beta'd thing, by the way)
Naomi watched the children running out of school by the window of the teacher's room. She liked to see them jump into their parents wide open arms, and go back home, holding their hands, telling them all they did that day, even the littlest details that no one cared about. She found it funny that only a couple of years later, these same kids would yell at their parents or tell them to fuck off at every conversation they had. In fact, that was kind of sad …
She was packing her stuff, alone in the room, when a man came in. It was Ronnie, the gym teacher. Naomi knew he was terrifying the children, because he looked a bit like Chewbaca, and also because he was a gym teacher, but she actually thought he was a nice guy. She didn't get on as well with the other teachers. They didn't like her methods. Too … unconventional for them. Naomi didn't care.
- Hello Ronnie, you had a good day ?
- Wonderful … some random parent yelled at me during my lunch break. I didn't even get his name …
Naomi laughed. Ronnie was not meant to be a teacher at all, both of them knew that.
-Stop mocking me, you hippie !
- Well, as you want. I'm going home anyway. See you tomorrow … Bigfoot.
She grabbed her bag and left the room, waving at Ronnie. Walking through the hallways, she observed the deserted school. She liked when it was full of life, full of children everywhere, playing, building friendships, making memories, but she loved it when it was empty, full of the ghost of all the kids that had spent days in it. She had been one of them, years ago, in this very school …
She shook her head. She didn't want to be that kind of girl, always dreaming about the past. She was an adult now. These days were over. She sighted, as she passed the school's door. There was nobody outside, except one little girl, who was silently sobbing on a bench. Naomi sat next to her.
- Amy ? Are you okay ?
*Of course she's not, you stupid prick, she wouldn't be crying otherwise … *
- My daddy … is … coming to pick me up … in a minute …
The little girl suddenly broke into tears and Naomi took her in her arms. She was in her class, one of her youngest pupil. Her story was pretty similar to Naomi's. They both had a wanker for father.
Naomi's one was a selfish coward who had left her and her mother Gina alone when she was four. He came again a few times, and each time, the little girl believed that he was coming home for good, that they were going to be a family again, but the man kept on disappointing her and destroying the confidence she had in adults. She hid her distress from everyone, acting like she didn't care, but she did. By the age of ten she had built herself a whole suit of an armor, and she had decided not to care about people. Because she knew it would hurt too much if they deceived her.
But she found out that she did care about something. The children. She wanted to protect them, from everything that had destroyed her, and made her such a crappy human being. So she decided to be a teacher, to be useful. To help. To feel alive, in a way.
She grabbed a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to Amy, who was still sobbing.
- I'll take you home, okay Amy ?
- Thank … you ... Miss... Campbell ...
Naomi couldn't help it. She could play the tough girl with adult all she wanted, but the truth was that her heart melted in situations like this. She HAD to help those fragile, unprotected kids. The Mother Theresa side of herself, probably. She grabbed Amy's hand.
- Let's go !