All Chapters of Alpha’s Girl; Teacher’s Pet: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hannah’s POVI ran home and slowed down as soon as I got to the front door. It was quiet inside and I was skeptical about turning the door knob.My tears had dried up, and now, all I could imagine were images of my mother lying lifeless on the ground. What had Simon done to her the entire time I was at school?The thought of it made me shiver with fear, and I was hesitant to go inside.I strained my ears even harder to listen to even the faintest noises but I still couldn't hear anything.“It's okay, Hannah. Everything is all right. Mom is perfectly fine.”I tried to encourage myself and closed my eyes as I turned the door knob. As I got inside, I forced my eyes open and looked around the room. Everything was just the same as how I had left it. I went to the living room and saw my mother sitting on the sofa with the photo album on her lap. She was looking through pictures while soft tears were streaming down her cheeks.She raised her head and looked at me and her smile, those sad, cu

Hannah's POVWhat was Mr Dalton doing? I didn't need him to intercede for me. He was only going to make this worse.“Mr principal, if we check the files and we are certain that there are no reports made by Miss Hannah over the years, then we can close this case up as soon as possible and you can give your verdict. I do not believe that Miss Hannah didn't slap Miss Amirah but I just want to make sure that this case is being treated fairly and there is no foul play.”Why was he even still talking? He had literally placed a condition on my head. What if we checked the files and all the letters I wrote were gone? The principal might have scrunched them up into balls and thrown them in the trash the moment he saw them.“Mr. Mr Dalton, there is no need…”“I agree with what Mr Dalton has said.”I turned around and saw that the lady who had brought me here earlier was standing beside Amirah. I didn't even know that she never left.“Mrs Cassandra,” the principal stuttered nervously, “you can't

Hannah's POV I was so ashamed. I couldn't believe that I was on my period and I didn't even know. To make matters worse, I allowed Mr Dalton to touch me. How on earth was he able to keep a straight face when there was blood on his fingers? He didn't even seem disgusted. He seemed rather amused and quite delighted. I worked gingerly down the hallway back to my class. It was a very uncomfortable experience having a tampon inside of me. This was the first time and part of me felt like it could drop out and fall to the floor at any moment. Was this what girls who wore tampons went through? Didn't they ever get uncomfortable? I got to my class and just like I had expected, all eyes had turned to look at me as I stood at the doorway. My history teacher stopped writing on the board and turned to me. Her arms were folded across her chest and she had a livid expression on her face. “Hannah, you are one of my best students. Can you imagine what was going through my mind when I was

Hannah's POV I lay silently in the living room and waited for Mr. Dalton to come back. I had spent the entire time trying to find out what was wrong with me. The H.S.C was the next week Monday, and I was coming down with the most unusual and bizarre symptoms. “Hannah, how are you feeling now?” Mr. Dalton had come downstairs, and he was in a pair of shorts and a tight-fitting shirt. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and I nearly whistled as soon as I saw him. I was lucky that I was cultured and not a street thug. He sat down next to my head and stared down at my face. My cheeks filled with color ahs and I wasn't sure if I should sit up and look at him eye to eye or just remain the way I was. He lifted his hand and stroked my hair softly. “How are you feeling?" His deep voice awakened the painful ringing in my ears and I winced in pain. “Was I too loud?" He was reduced to a whisper, and I felt much better, though the sound of his voice was intoxicating and

Hannah's POV “Hannah? Hannah?" I was interrupted from my daydream by Mr Dalton and the entire class looking at me. I sunk into my chair as I was engulfed in shame. When exactly did I zoom out on the class? “Miss Hannah, could you tell us the last thing I said?” I stared at Mr Dalton hopelessly. How was I supposed to remember the last thing I said when the only thing on my mind was the prize money and the housing that I could win from the competition? “Miss Hannah?” He called again and I decided to speak up. XI don't remember the last thing that you said. I'm sorry I wasn't listening.” He smiled and gave a single nod. “Please try and pay attention when you are in class and don't let your mind wander too far off.” He turned back and faced the entire classroom and asked again so that I could hear. “However, before any of you will be allowed to go to this competition, you are required to provide the signatures of both your parents. Please have that ready before Sunday, as we wil