His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 168: Little Lawyer

Moana

“You know…” Ella frowned and folded her arms, puffing out her chest confidently before I could say anything. After those little girls nastily called her a half-blood and shoved her, I had expected Ella to come to me crying and that I would have to send them to the headmistress’s office, and all on my first day of teaching. But instead, Ella stood up straight and took on a confident air that I hadn’t expected from her.

“Buzz off,” one of the other little girls said, waving her hand dismissively. “We don’t bother with half-bloods. You smell.” She pinched her nose, causing the other girls in her group to giggle.

“You’re really mean!” Ella replied. “Why do you have to say things like that? Didn’t your parents ever teach you to treat everyone equally and with respect?”

The little girls giggled nastily at Ella’s comment. Even though Ella was confident, I was well aware of how school bullies functioned, and I knew that she wouldn’t get through to them. I would have to speak to their teacher or even their parents, and that would be the only way to stop the bullying. Even then, many kids continued to be bullies regardless of the repercussions. It was sad that Ella had to realize this on her first day of school, but it was the truth.

“Ella,” I said finally, stepping in. “Take your seat. I’ll handle this.”

ignored me and kept

even a whole human, you wouldn’t like it if anyone else said mean things to you. My daddy always says to treat

to myself. The mean girls’ apparent leader, the redhead with the pointed face, scowled deeply and seemed as though she couldn’t come

argument, and had now gathered around and were

said — I recognized her

girl, the one who introduced herself as Stacie earlier, said loudly. “You’re

worse and more insults got thrown around. “Let’s all settle down.” I then looked down at the mean girls, who were still sitting on the floor but whose faces were all beet red by now, and I frowned. “I won’t send you to

regretting their actions. I ordered them to sit at desks and revoked their privilege to sit on the cushions for that day, and instead let Ella

mom,” she said to

chorus of gasps across the room. One of the kids who was sitting with Ella jumped up and exclaimed,

before I could say anything — not that I would have been able to correct her anyway, considering the fact that Edrick had told the news that I was her mother, but it was still strange to hear her refer to me as anything other than my first name. Not

Ella said, grinning. “She’s the

at me, but I quickly blinked it away. A hush fell over the room for a few moments, before one

mom was a teacher,” the little girl said. “But she works at an office. My dad says that she’s a ‘pencil pusher’. I don’t know what that means,

decided to cut the discussion short and

along well with all of the kids, and even the nasty girls seemed to have settled down their bad behavior. Soon enough, the half hour of the class flew by and the childrens’ teacher came to take them back to their classroom. Ella and all of