Broken' Chapter One

Broken. ChapterTwo

Broken. ChapterTwo.

Miss Caroline's Point Of View.

I looked into her big brown eyes. They were intimidating but beautiful. I never really saw any eyes which matched her shade - they were a really light brown which matched the oak tables. They kept me quite mesmerized and I saw the ebony streaks in her enormous eyes. She was an adorable child - only no one looked passed her bruises and cuts. Bruises and cuts; that got me back on track. I was quite shocked, I didn't see any fear in her eyes, I only saw boredom. She probably went through a lot of these talks, and I bet not a single one helped her and I pray that I will help her. I don't know what's going on in her life but I swear to God if there's anything with bullying I will kill that child. I don't even no Kaitlin but I already seem to love her, it may be her gorgeous features - her big, beautiful brown eyes, her wonderful curved nose and her witty eyebrows. I loved this girl and all I wanted is her safety.

I walked to her, steadily and slowly. I had a lot of long conversations with a lot of children. Be it about bullying or be it about self - confidence, but, I hadn't felt this worried since my youth days; I didn't want to think about the days where my life only consisted of misery and pain. No, I can't think about the past. The past only makes me weaker. And being weak is a negative outcome.

So I ignored all of the feelings which were stirring inside the pit of my stomach and I concentrated on her oak brown intimidating eyes and sat down opposite her. She probably already guessed what this conversation would be about and she immediately averted her eyes and tried to concentrate on the paintbrush which laid next to her, yet to be used. I glanced around, noticing every child's every little movement. The detail in their laughter and the way the paint flicks of their brush. Their carefree smiles which causes my heart to throb.

I looked back at Kate. I looked at her eyes. I looked at her frown. And I looked at her arm. I suddenly remembered which topic I was meant to focus on.

I had no clue on Earth how to start it. It was an awkward silence. I looked around at the classroom scanning the laughter of every child. I was trying to see her expression and at the same time wonder on how to start talking to the poor girl.

Clenching my fists, I was determined to start talking. This was my chance to make a big impact on her life. It was now. Or never.

"Hay there!" was my genius way of starting to talk.

In reply of my oddness, I got a glare.

"Katie right? That's one adorable name!" I purposely made a mistake, I wanted to see her reaction, normally kid's would go bonkers and start laughing. It was official and said so in many guide books - not that I really needed any'; loving and teaching kids came by nature. Mistakes also lead to a conversation, my motor mouth's engine seemed to be a little rusty at the wrong time.

"Sorry ma'am. I do know it's rude to correct your elders, but my name is Kaitlin, please don't hurt me. I didn't want to be rude ma'am. Honestly."

My jaw hung in mid-air and I eyed her. 'Ma'am'?; 'Hurt'?'; 'Rude'?; was this all really coming from a seven year old's mouth? She might be six. She noticed my surprised look and quickly noticed her apparent 'mistake.' It only took a matter of seconds before she rectified her sentence.

"Hurt as in, not giving me a gold star ma'am. Nothing else. Ofcourse, where would hurt come from - other than ticks and gold stars?" She faked a smile and looked down again.

This kid was smart.

Her talk.

Her intimidating looks.

It proved everything. She was smart. But she was definitely a victim, bullying - I'm sure of it.

I sure in hell was going to find out.