Inside Out Mrs Andersen Novels & Stories

Not even aware that I was carrying his child. My thoughts halted, and I flinched and leaped when I saw a man in all black, with a mask. Making his way out of my room. My heart flew up to my mouth. Andi began shuddering unendingly. "Who are you?" I asked, with my eyes nearly pulling out of their sockets. I had locked my door before I went out. And I had no idea how he got in. Slowly, he took his mask off. And the face of the person I saw, nearly sent me to my feet.

After I made two large burgers I put them on a separate plate and stacked them on the food tray along with the two beers. It's easy for me to go upstairs and balance like this because I've also been a waitress at the club before. So in just a snap of a finger, I am already climbing the stairs while holding a heavy food tray. When I got to the opposite door where Mr. Anderson's room is, I took a deep breath before knocking. After maybe two minutes the door opened. The breathless and sweaty Mr. Anderson opened the door. His puffy eyes did not escape my sight either. What happened?

It left me wanting more. I sighed and looked out the window. There was a tall man standing across the street and I swear he was staring at me. But how could he even see me inside the school?? I looked as hard as I could trying to get details of the mans face, but could only make out a general shape..but he was most definitely looking at me, I could feel it. "Not interested in the movie?" Mr. Anderson asked coming to stand beside my desk. I almost jumped out of my chair and whipped my head around to face him. "No Mr. Anderson; there was just someone outside staring at me."

She replied. As Kara moves to the table, she can see their eyes darting to her. Thankfully, Jenna's blazer has kept the stain hidden under their scrutinizing eyes. Little commotions like that will not go away easily. As simple as bumping into a classmate and worse, freaking out with a total stranger. Their teacher, Mr. Andersen, a very heavy and stocky balding man of fifties stepped in the room. He is not a very pleasant man although a reasonable teacher. He started off with the day's lesson as usual.

Ellen asked her mom. Mrs. Grater busied herself with making breakfast as she answered, “Well, Mama Anderson locked herself out of her apartment when she went to get groceries.” Mama Anderson turned to Ellen from her seat at the table as she explained, “I had to carry all those groceries up the stairs, and I couldn’t get into my apartment.” “Oh, sorry about that,” Ellen replied as she moved to assist her mom. “The rest of the groceries are still at the door to my apartment,” Mama Anderson added.

They were about to face a moment that would challenge their composure and create ripples in their lives once again. Nysaa, clad in her shorts, tank top, and an apron that seemed to be the only thing close to decency she had on, heard Mr. Anderson's voice filling the living room as he introduced himself. The name didn't ring any bells for her. As Dr. Ruiz began explaining Mr. Anderson's presence, Nysaa's curiosity piqued. "Who's Mr. Anderson, and what's he doing here?" she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

Somehow I'd heard about her as a successful international business woman but never met her. She was supposed to be out of the country on some business trip, as I learnt she always does. "Mom? When did you get back?" Sophia asked. "Last night." Mrs. Anders said…her voice was shaky though. Mr. Anders took a breath. "What I'm about to tell you both is going to be difficult to hear. But it's the truth and you both deserve to know." I gripped the armrests of the wheelchair. Brad's hand tightened on my shoulder.

“Arine?! Bloody hell—is that really you?” Behind him came his wife, Avni, who gasped and covered her mouth with emotion. Arine gave a polite nod and a small smile. Their younger sister, Sana, followed next in bunny slippers and an oversized sweatshirt, blinking as if she’d seen a ghost. “Okay, is this a dream or did I eat too much chocolate again? Someone pinch me.” Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra appeared from the side stairwell. His mother’s hand flew to her mouth.

The man glanced at the office worker, then turned to shuffle back into his classroom. At the end of the corridor leading to the front office, in the last doorway, was Mrs. Jäger. She was Andre's math teacher and the physical opposite of Mr. Cochrane. Where he was short, old, and frail, she stood five-foot-eleven in sensible flats with svelte curves and fit muscles. The proportions of her significant breasts suggested surgical assistance. As he passed, she was watching him with an intensity that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He immediately dropped his eyes. "Ilsa!" Mrs. Phillips scolded quietly, snapping the tall blonde's eyes to her. She nodded to Phillips and stepped inside her

Everything seemed to stop moving just then. For a moment, it was just Elena and the strange woman in the hall. Mrs. Anderson? Who was this woman? A relative? The woman turned slightly at being addressed, and in that moment said something to the other woman. Then she turned back to Elena. This time her expression was cooler. “So,” she said slowly, “Who the hell are you?” Before she could respond, Aaron stepped between them. “Coz, this is Marilyn Thompson,” he turned to Elena. “Marilyn, this is my cousin, Helen Anderson.”