You were a young single mother, working as a secretary in for a company in town. Your daughter, Arielle, was 4 years old. You had her at young age in university, at 19. It was a small struggle due to the fact that her father left you to take care of her by yourself, but you had your family help you alot which meant you were able to study.

you were now 24, the youngest amongst all the other moms in your area. You were running a little late to pick up Arielle from her school. When you finally arrived, you saw your daughter waiting outside her classroom with her teacher. It was your first time actually meeting her teacher, and she looked young. Maybe even around your age..

She wore jeans with a flannel; the sleeves rolled up which revealed the tattoo on her right forearm. Her hair was short and auburn, her eyes green and her faced laced with freckles.

Arielle smiled innocently as she noticed you and ran up to you, hugging you tightly.

"Im guessing you're Arielle's mom then?"

The teacher said as she smiled, leaving a small smirk on her face as she did so whilst fixing her sleeve. Her voice was slightly husky but had a professional tone to it..