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"Today is special," mommy says in the morning as she got me dressed in my uniform.

"Why?" I ask her, today is just another day at school, I yawned yet again, I haven't been sleeping well, first I was, but then I stopped, I don't know what happened, but the weekend was very rough on me. I've been grumpy and angry the whole time, the only thing that actually helped me relax with the milky bottle mommy gives to me before bedtime, but even then I'd wake up in the middle of the night.

"You're gonna start a new class," mommy says, but I pout what class?

"Nu-uh," I whine, not wanting to start a new one.

"It'll be fun, you'll have Rila there with you and Thalia would be there to help you out," she says, but Thalia is a babysitter, does that mean she's giving me a babysitter?

"Nu wanna go," I say feeling grumpy and not in the mood for extra classes.

"Why not sweetie? Hm? This class would be fun, you'll see other littles and you get to try the things you've been learning about in Miss Blair's class," she answers me, we've been learning about pacifiers, I don't want to try one, I shake my head no.

"If you're good, mommy would take you out for dinner, and you can pick your dessert," she says, but nothing can get me to drop the grumpy mood.

"Nu wanna," I say again, refusing to go.

"We'll see sweetie," mommy says but I cross my hands over my chest, refusing to go, she dragged me down for breakfast but I wouldn't eat any, she had cereal for me, but the milk is different than the milky I drink at night and it's not yumy.

"How about I make you eggs?" she asks, I shook my head no.

"A sandwich? Oatmeal? Toast?" she suggest but I shook my head no to every suggestion she had, we spent the whole morning with her trying to feed me anything but to no use.

"We're late," she groans picking me up on her hip, leaving the house toward her car, I didn't mind being late or going without breakfast, when we got to the school everyone was in class except for the two of us and I didn't want to go into Miss Blair's class. I did a thing I haven't done since I was around two maybe or three, back then papa planted the fear of god in me and I never threw a tantrum again, but papa isn't in charge anymore.

"Nu wanna, nu wanna, nu wanna!" I screamed going down on the floor, hitting both my hands and legs against the floor, making a big scene.

"Emiliyah, it's better if she skips this class," Miss Blair says, I got picked up and we left the class, I was happy not to spend the day there, I didn't want to. We went toward mommy's class, the whole class turned to us when we walked in, I expected to be sat in her seat again while she teaches but instead she had me placed in the corner.

"Stay right here, don't turn," she says but I pout refusing to, ready to throw another tantrum, but a slap landed on my bum had me freezing.

"Throw another tantrum and I'll show the whole class how to deal with brats, turn around and be quiet," she says giving me a timeout, with a stomp of my foot I turned back.

"Class, one word and I'll have you standing next to her, homework on the table," mommy orders, she's never this mean or stern with me, it's no fun.

I was standing there for a really long time, maybe I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum, but if I didn't she would have left me in the class all alone. She came toward me and picked me up by the waist holding me up on her hip, my head went toward her neck with a big pout.

"We'll have a long talk, just after I'm done," she whispers to me and goes back to explaining to her class about dom space, I didn't understand any of the words she said, but I was happy to be held. Once the class ended she went to her seat, putting me in her lap, she locked eyes with me, pushing the hair out of my face, fixing my hair for me.

"What's wrong?" she asks me while I sniffle.

"Want to stay with you," I say, wiping my nose with my sleeve, but she slapped my hand away and got a tissue.

"If you want to stay with me, use your words, or ask your teacher, tantrums aren't nice, are they?" she asks me, I shake my head no, it got me exhausted, I don't like them either.

"Promise to use your words with me, and I'll use mine back," she promises me, that means no more timeouts.

"Otay," I say, hugging her and she hugged me back.

"Ready to try Sir Nicholas's class? It's all the little favourite," she says.

"Mama stay," I demand, using my words as she asked me to, making her chuckle.

"Let me run that by Mdme P. and then I'll spend the class with you," she says kissing my cheek.