Hundred

by Curlscat

My addition to the Hundred Words Challenge, various oneshots with various themes, most likely spanning every genre in the fiction section of the universe, and trying to focus on every character. And for the record, I was the first one done.

32. control

an~ i dont no why i didnt think of her before! feel bad for the bad guy.

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Ms. Smirt POV

I must have complete controll over the children. If I have to take care of the brats, they have to listen to me.

I keep hoping, someday, that I'll find my son.

I never should have let him be taken from me. i was a good mother! Maybe I needed to get a little more money, maybe he wasn't living the best life, but I loved him! And I've seen the way all these children are treated.

I can't let it hurt me though. They can think I'm a control freak who hates them all. It's better that way. I don't like them, they don't like me. You can't get attached to each other that way. It's not good to get attached to kids who are going through something like that.

The Grimm girls, for example. The older one had been a sweet, if sad little thing when they first came. Ms. Smirt had watched as she went from being a nice girl to an angry, hurt elven year old. Sabrina hid her hurt behind her shell, just as Ms. Smirt did. They both needed control. Control over others, but most of all, control over themselves. Control over the wounds others had put in them, control over the shells they ahd put over their hearts.

But Sabrina was getting better now, and Ms. Smirt had gotten news of her son's whereabouts. The shells could leave soon, if they were strong enough to know when to put them down.