The Billionaire's Daughter novel Chapter one

Teaching has always been my dream job, my life, everything I've ever wanted in my entire life. Seeing children laughing around and playing brings me nothing but joy.

I've always thought of getting married and giving birth to a child or two. That was how much I loved them.

I thought quietly while a little girl in my class came forward to me holding a transparent zipper which contained some brownies.

"Good morwing Miss Athena" the little girl said with a very radiant smile. Her name was Sofia, Sofia was one of my favourite pupils, I loved her because she was very smart and it seemed she also had this little connection with me.

"Good morning darling " I replied her while stooping low to her level because according to research, that's the best way to talk to a child.

"My nana and I made these brownies, when I went to see her during the weekend and I decided to gave you" she said while holding her hands out and giving me the plastic zipper.

One thing about children was that as they grow older they tend to make a lot of mistakes with their words and pronunciation, especially with their past and present tenses. Seeing them make those innocent mistakes just shows how cute they are.

"Aww thank you, and what flavour is this?" I asked her raising one of my brow.

"Vanilla!" She jumped in excitement.

"Hmm seems vanilla is your favourite flavour right?"

"Yes" she said sheepishly while giving me a vibrant smile.

"Aww that's also my favourite flavour too, thank you!."

She was about leaving when I called her back. " Sofia, remember when we talked about tenses right?"

She nodded in response.

"Good, now when are we meant to use past tenses?"

"For things that happened in the past" she mumbled under her breath.

"Excellent!, So are you meant to say gave or give ?"

"Give" she said almost crying and when I sensed it, it made me feel heart broken.

"Hey, you don't have to cry, everyone makes mistakes" and as those left my mouth she began sobbing very loudly.

I held her in my arms and patted her and told her everything was okay. When I finally put her down she said,

"My papa always says I'm a mistake" she said using her hands to wipe her tears.

"Oh my! Sofia, you're not a mistake, you're a beautiful, strong and intelligent girl. I would die to have a daughter like you." I said while I put her on my laps and dressed her hair behind her ear.

"But, why does he hate me much?"

"Look darling maybe he was angry, I know he didn't mean it, I know your daddy loves you very much!"

"Okay" she pouted.

"Good girl now promise me you'll be happy"

"I promise " she said and I gave her a high five. She then left happily.

I thought to my self and wondered what kind of sick parent would call could their own child a mistake. These children were still fragile, they needed love and not words to bring them down. I felt I should speak to her father. He needed to stop his irritating behaviour.

After the day was over, and all the pupils had gone, I rounded up my work and left to my apartment. My apartment per say was a very small place. A room that had a small kitchen inscribed in it and a toilet. But what I loved most about my apartment was the wardrobe. It had a very big wardrobe to keep my stuff.

Personally I was a very neat person and I didn't like dirt around me, so I always arranged everything where it was meant to be and that large wardrobe allowed me to do that.

My life after school was very boring, I am a very boring person, unlike other teachers, after school they either go to their mates place or they chill with their friends or they go clubbing.

My alarm snoozed when it was 6:45. I woke up and tidied where I ate in the night/morning. I washed the china material and swept the floor.

I took a very quick shower. When I checked the time, it was already past 7. I didn't have much time to make breakfast so I just took an apple from my fridge and tossed it into my bag. Just when I was about leaving I remembered that Sofia's brownies were still in my bag. I took it and quickly put it into the microwave for two minutes. I didn't even wait, I just removed it and put it into a transparent bag. I looked for my keys and hurriedly locked the door.

It was already 7:15. I was running late. I ran like there was no tomorrow. Fortunately for me, my work place was not far from my house and that was why my mornings were always the same. A rushing morning.

I got to school by 7:25, and immediately signed in. After that I tried to catch my breath because I wasn't the athletic type of person.

Trust me when I say my mornings are always the same. I just never learn.

When I got to class nobody had arrived so I brought out the brownies and began eating it. It tasted very nice. Her nana sure knew how to make brownies.

It was already past 8 and children began rushing in, everywhere became very lively. And I became very happy.

When it was 8:15 sharp the bell rang which signified signified that class was to commence immediately.

I began teaching my sweet children when I saw Sofia coming into the class crying.

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Hey guys!

How do you view Athena? Is she a creep? I feel she is a creep!

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