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rt and her eyes flung open. She abruptly raised her head from her folded arms on the table, her head spinning in the process

the already removed hands on her shoulders made her aware of her envi

ir of hands. The graceful sight of the handsome P.E teac

ountless times, wondering what it would feel like to date him and be in his arms. His sculptured features were enough to draw attention to himsel

n his manly face

er head and tried to stifle a yawn,

voices of the kids in the room and her gaze fell on a chubby cof

st! Korede!

rambling down from his seat with a toothy grin. He slid his

ou doing?"

e from tugging the corner of his lips. "Great. By the way–" He gestured with his hand

nds on her feet. "Are you having di

eps toward the door. "I don'

his face to scrunch up in disgust. His job was

ght need your attention." And

aiting for it to notice any white person among the black kids. Her gaze fixed on a blonde head at the middle of the last row to

irl's face as her head was bent watching her chubby and small hands fidget with a silver

eet the girl's sitting

nd she could feel her heart melt. She looked so pure and angelic. Her face was chubby and round, it looked so cute that

to begin to think she didn't want to talk. "C

urred. Sarah's words were a little bit twisted

n the girl's straight hair. "Where

n at her bracelet an

part of Cassandra's hair and staring at it with glee. "Daniel! stop that!" The tone with which

ling sweetly at her like she didn't just yell. She looked down at the litt

ked at her with awe in their eyes. To them, she was like a newfound treasure dug out from the sea. They were only able to get closer to her as Sar

t. She didn't mind being in the midst of a bunch of kids and taking care of them, what she hated was standing, shouti

e kids had recited new poems she had taught them, but, Cassandra was mute. When she dished out painting classwork to them, the little girl's bo

er mouth hurt from shouting poems and instructions to the kids. She plopped on her seat with a deep sigh, her muscles rela

in

ut she wasn't eating, her food box remained unopened on the floor. What's wrong with this child? With tired st

her, refusing to

ty cats imprinted around it, and unzipping it. She reached

flask! Was she dreaming? She looked again into the food box to see if there were probably goodies in

to fall and roll down her miniature face. Her heart ached at the sight, it wasn't fair for a little girl of her age to go through something of that sort. She stretched her

or snacks safe enough for the little girl to eat. She couldn't risk buying food for her from the school canteen,

larm as she remembered the conversation she had earlier with

to her disarranged bag contents and ate one of the thre

ked the kids' bags with excited hands. She coul

y exchanged pleasantries with Sarah before leavi

kid's parent to arrive. She scratched her hair in frustration and tapped her feet impatient