Yeah, i was reading emma frost origin and its look emma want to be teacher since her childhood which make think that the kid usually decide to be like somone in there live so i was wonder if emma have teacher that was caring for her(not that man at all keep him away from my babay) which make her want like her and end up with silly pice
It was like any normal day at the British International School of Boston. The yard was full of children's laughter, and every kid looked happy—some were playing tag, others were quietly enjoying the swings, a few were role-playing, and some just sat eating their snacks. Everyone seemed happy in the eyes of the teachers.
Only one girl seemed unable to find her rhythm. The brown-haired, blue-eyed girl who wore glasses was sitting completely alone. The teachers knew that some kids simply preferred quiet, lonely moments and genuinely enjoyed them, but to one particular teacher, this brown-haired girl did not look like she was enjoying herself.
Deciding to figure out the problem and help, the teacher took a step forward. She stopped in front of the girl and knelt down to her level, choosing to be warm and friendly so the child would feel safe.
"You seem to be having a hard time enjoying the break, Emma. Is something wrong?"
The girl looked up at the adult's face, hesitant to speak. The teacher understood the sign: the child did not feel comfortable enough yet. She quickly changed her strategy.
"Mind if I sit down with you until break is over?"
The girl didn't say anything, but she sat still. The teacher sat next to her, keeping enough distance so as not to startle her. They sat together in silence as the little girl watched the yard where the other kids played, while the teacher wondered how she could truly help.
As the days passed, a simple routine developed between them. Whenever break started, they would sit off to the side and watch the yard in silence. The teacher began bringing snacks to share with Emma, who was hesitant at first, but slowly grew accustomed to it—a small bit of progress that made the teacher feel hopeful.
Then one day after school, while the kids were waiting for their parents to pick them up, Emma walked outside and bumped right into two older girls. Emma fell to the ground, knocking her glasses off in the process.
"Can't you see, idiot?" one of the older girls snapped angrily.
Emma reached around, trying to find her glasses, but the second girl stepped heavily on her hand and snatched the glasses off the ground. Emma gasped in pain as the girl's shoe pressed into her fingers.
"Well, you don't need these glasses anyway since you clearly can't see," the girl sneered.
Emma tried to stand up and fight back, reaching for her glasses, but the taller girl used her height to hold them well out of reach. The first girl pushed Emma roughly to the ground again. But Emma didn't hesitate; she fought back, biting the girl's hand. The two girls hit her and shoved her back down to the floor, breaking her glasses and tossing them aside before leaving Emma crumpled on the ground in pain.
Moments later, hearing noise in the corridor, the teacher stepped out. She froze when she saw Emma on the floor. She ran over quickly and knelt beside her.
"Emma! Are you okay? What happened?"
The teacher scanned the area for any sign of the culprits, but the corridor was completely empty. She quickly lifted Emma and carried her straight to the nurse's office. While the nurse tended to Emma's scrapes, the teacher spoke up.
"Who did this to you? I need to call your father."
Emma's entire body went rigid with panic. "No!" she screamed.
The teacher froze, looking at her gently. "Why not, Emma? You're injured and your glasses are broken."
"I fell down the stairs," Emma blurted out.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "You're lying to me, Emma."
"Just don't tell him! He's going to know!" Emma begged.
"That I get bullied! That I failed to make friends, and no one wants to be my friend because they think I'm weird! That I failed at building a group!" Emma broke down, tears streaming down her face.
The teacher's heart sank. She wrapped her arms around the little girl, holding her tightly until her sobs quieted into silence.
"All right. I won't tell him," the teacher said softly. "But promise me that in the future, you will come to me whenever someone bullies you. As for what happened today, I'll review the cameras and find those bullies. I won't tell your father, and we will work together to help you make friends. Deal?"
The teacher raised her pinky finger. Emma froze, unsure of what to do for a moment, before gently hooking her finger around the teacher's.
"I promise," Emma whispered.
YESSSSSSS MORE FIC ASKS YESSSSSSSSSS
Baby Emma was genuinely so sweet and kind and good, and it all just got crushed out of her. It’s heartbreaking.
But Em finding teaching as a way to help children who may have been neglected or hurt like her, following in the footsteps of some long forgotten educator that once cared for her when no one else did
Emma loves children and wants the best for them because her own childhood was genuine hell. She fights and protects and works tirelessly for a world that is better for her kids so that no one will ever have to undergo what she had to, and I love her for it.
Emma Frost deserved better, but she didn’t get it, so now she works hard to ensure that her children get to live that better life that she once could only dream of
