His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 168

#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.”

However, Ella just ignored me and kept reprimanding them with even more vigor.

“You should learn to treat everyone nicely,” Ella growled. “If you were half human too, or even a whole human, you wouldn’t like it if anyone else said mean things to you. My daddy always says to treat everyone else how you want to be treated!”

The gaggle of nasty little girls went silent. I was shocked by Ella’s impressive public speaking abilities; she seemed to have gotten it from her father, I thought to myself. The mean girls’ apparent leader, the redhead with the pointed face, scowled deeply and seemed as though she couldn’t come up with anything nasty to say as a retort.

It also seemed as though the other children noticed the argument, and had now gathered around and were beginning to cheer Ella on.

“Rebecca, you’re a meanie!” one little girl said — I recognized her as the timid blonde girl from that morning.

“Yeah!” another girl, the one who introduced herself as Stacie earlier, said loudly. “You’re always bullying everyone! You’re just a big meanie because your mom—”

“Alright, alright,” I said, deciding to intervene before things got any 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 the headmistress this time, but I won’t tolerate bullying in my class. If I see you three bullying anyone again, whether it’s in class or outside of class, you’ll be marching down to the headmistress’s office right away. Understand?”

The three nasty little girls nodded, clearly 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 and her friends sit there. Ella grinned widely as she sat down.

“Thanks, mom,” she said to me.