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Being Her

A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

15. Talking to Teachers

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“Hello. I’m Quil Ateara. This is Claire Young,” Quil said, extending his hand. The stranger woman took it- she smiled and introduced herself

“I’m Katherine James- Ms. James to the students, of course. Claire, you’ll be in my class when you start on Monday.”

I nodded “Thank you.”

“May I ask why you stopped in to see me? It isn’t usual for a new student, though of course I want to get to know all my kids.”

I cowered behind Quil’s arm he didn’t seem to have a problem with it he was always there for me to hide from the world behind, he was my barrier he would keep himself between me and danger always

“Claire, honey, do you want me to tell her?” I nodded

“Ms. James, Claire is… well, her father… passed away recently.”

It was an awkward beginning, and I knew it was hard- I knew, though no one else could, that Quil didn’t regret it, that Quil had killed him- but he couldn’t say that

“Oh!” My new teacher’s long hands flew to cover her mouth “That must be terrible. You poor dear… I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“What loss?” I asked. It was a question in all innocence but it hung there in the air. Ms. James stared blankly at me. Quil cleared his throat.

“Claire’s parents are… were… divorced. Her father had sole custody of her. Her mother has sole custody of Claire’s sister. She agreed to that because Claire’s father was financially more stable. However, when I dropped by, quite recently, to check on Claire at her mother’s request, in talking to her teacher there…” Quil paused. I flinched, waiting for the words I knew would come. “I feel like I have to tell you this, so that you can understand why she can’t be quite like the other children… Claire’s father was sexually and physically abusive to her.”

There was a long, heavy pause I could feel the thick air lying heavy on my skin I could hear those inadequate words ringing in my ears they were horrible but not enough an insufficient nicety compared to the reality of the pain

The teacher spoke into the silence “I’m so sorry. Why people hurt children, I will never be able to understand. But I assure you, I will be very careful with Claire’s feelings. I think it’s the right decision to send her to school with the other kids. She needs to make friends of her own age. However, I promise she will be safe- and as happy as possible- in my classroom. May I ask how recently she came here?”

“Three weeks ago. Emily Uley is her aunt.”

“Does she live with them?”

“I live with Quil,” I offered.

Ms. James smiled at me, the same way Quil did on the rare occasions that I spoke, encouraging, kind, with a clear message of Good for you. What else do you have to say?

“I used to live with Sam and Emily but I like staying with Quil.”

“Are you related to him?”

I frowned I wasn’t sure “I don’t think so. I think he’s just my friend.”

“I’m one of Sam’s friends.”

She nodded, as if that meant something to her. “Well, I’m glad to have you in my class, Claire. And it’s nice to meet you both. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bright and early,” Quil laughed, diffusing some of the tension of the revelation.

I clung to his hand as we left.