Mercedes started cleaning up the classroom as she watched the little girl sit at her desk and color. She was a sweet little girl but was definitely showing signs that she may have to do the second grade again. Mercedes tried her best to help the child but she realized that there were more things going on then what she was discussing today with her parents. Especially since she’d been drawing some disturbing pictures. She requested a parent teacher conference when she realized that she couldn’t get the girl to speak. And it was almost November!
"Sarah, did you give your parents the letter I gave you?" Mercedes asked looking down at the little girl. Sarah looked at Mercedes with her big emerald green eyes and nodded before dropping her head back down to color again. She was definitely talented in that department though and she spent all day doing it as well. Mercedes sighed and tussled the little girls dirty blonde locks as she looked at the time. "I guess we’ll just give them a few more minutes."Mercedes said to herself just as a man ran in.
"Sorry I’m late… traffic and my boss wouldn’t let me leave early… but I’m here!" Mercedes looked up noticing a male replica of Sarah. He was definitely a looker. She had to catch herself as she admired the smile on his face. "I’m Sarah’s father, Sam Evans!" He reached out to shake her hand.
"Mr. Evans, pleasure to meet you! I’m Mercedes Jones her teacher!"she shook his hand noticing the wedding ring on it. "Is Mrs. Evans joining us?" She asked. Suddenly Sarah looked up and looked at her dad.
"No… No… she’s… It’s just me today!" He replied as he sat down. "She’s away at this moment." Mercedes nodded and noticed the frown on Sarah’s face.
"Okay well… I just want to start off saying Sarah’s extremely talented… especially in art!" Mercedes started as she leaned on her desk. Sam looked over at his daughter and smiled. "The problem is I can’t get her to do anything else but draw. She never speaks… I don’t even know what her voice sounds like to be honest." Mercedes chuckled before continuing. "I’ve tried everything I could so now I’m reaching out to you and your wife to see if we can come up with something to help her."
"I see… I…I didn’t know this was going on…" He looked over at his daughter again as she looked at him then shamefully looked away. "I work a lot of hours and I don’t really have enough time in the day…" He sighed loudly. "Sarah, why are you not cooperating with Mrs. Jones?"
"Ms. Jones…" She corrected.
"I’m sorry…" He apologized and walked over to his daughter. "What’s going on, Sarah?" She shrugged and continued to color.
"That’s usually all I get from her!" Mercedes said walking over. "You said that you’re really busy, what about her mother? Is she able to-"
"My mom’s in prison!" Sarah said cutting her off. Mercedes was so shocked to hear the little girl speak that she couldn’t even respond. Sam looked at his daughter then dropped his head. It was all starting to make sense to her. All the drawings she’d seen Sarah draw of a woman in chains, stripes, sad, crying or herself looking sad.
“Mr. Evans?” Mercedes said. Sam looked up at her with the saddest eyes she’d ever seen. “We can… umm… reschedule this…”
“That would be great! I’ll talk to Sarah!” He said taking his daughter by the hand and walking out of the classroom with her things in his hands.
Okay this just randomly came to me. And it’s probably going to be a one shot maybe not. I’m going to finish it on fanfic.net. let me know what y’all think. 😩 I don’t have a title yet… Any suggestions?