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    Breaking Barriers-Loving a Woman & Her Daughter-Chapter 3

    The mere mention of Miss Kennard’s name and Angie’s whole demeanour changed. She suddenly appeared to look angry, though she wouldn’t say anything to her mother. Though she was a little to young, she did not realise that when it comes to there children, mothers have a sixth sense.

    “Is it Miss Kennard that you hate?” Bette asked rather shocked.

    Angie had always loved school and especially loved her teachers. Every year Bette would spend far more than any other parent giving teachers their end of year presents from Angie, because her daughter loved them so much. In the six years she had been at school Angie had only ever had adoring relationships with her teachers and that sentiment was always returned by the staff toward her daughter. Bette couldn’t understand how Angie in one day had developed a dislike for a teacher, who to Bette sounded very caring of the children in her care and of course sounded very sexy!

    There was silence, Angie was looking back down at the homework in front of her, yet to answer her mothers question.

    “Angie, is it Miss Kennard that you hate?” Bette repeated the question, her voice a little more stern this time, though more out of concern for her daughters welfare than anything else.

    “I hate Miss Kennard!” Angie yelled rather angrily toward her mother.

    A little shocked at her answer and the anger she displayed, Bette pushed a little further.

    “Why do you hate her Angie? Did she do something to you that you didn’t like or that scared you?” Bette queried, remembering that her little girl was only eleven.

    “No, that’s not why I hate her.” Angie replied with less anger and a little more attitude.

    “Then why?” Bette raised her voice in frustration.

    “I hate her because she got me into trouble. She got me into trouble with you and now I also have to do lunchtime detentions at school. She hates me, she is being really mean to me! She doesn’t even know me and she is so mean and she’s only mean to me and my friends, she’s really nice to everyone else.” Angie explained as if she had a real case here to plead.

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