“How do I get myself into these messes?” You demanded of yourself as you tiptoed through the bushes outside the elementary school. “Why did you ask that, Jill? You know the answer to that, Patty!” You heard a scream and instinctively looked around, and your gaze turned to the playground. Even though classes hadn’t started yet, many of the younger kids were going wild on the playground while they waited. You cringed; you and Patty had gone to this school as children, and coming back brought back many memories. It was hard to believe, but some of you missed your days here. At least life was simple, people liked you, and Patty was more attentive to you. True, the reason that Patty looked out for you was that she’d seen you as her favorite toy, and it was the exact reason for her classmates. Still, at least ‘Silly-Putty Girl’ had a dependable ride to school. These days all Patty did was ignore you if she wasn’t turning you into a pancake or passing you off as a doll for her amusement, and at school, the only attention you got from your classmates was when they scraped you off their shoes.
“Excuse me!” A stern voice pulled you from your thoughts. You saw a young woman who looked a few years older than you. The woman was wearing a long blue dress and had short hair. “Where on Earth are your clothes, young lady?”
“Well, I…” You started, but the woman quickly pulled you to her side and started to take you inside the school.
“I swear,” The woman grumbled while you struggled in her grip. “You little girls are always losing things but to strip completely naked and run around.”
“Little girl?” You repeated in your head. “I’m not a little girl!”
“Of course, you aren’t,” The woman blew you off. “We need to get you some clothes before you’re allowed in my class.”
“Your class?” You repeated.
“I’m the kindergarten teacher,” The woman explained. “You may call me Ms. Coral.”
“I’m not a kindergartener,” You try to explain. “Look, if I could just call my parents.”
“Oh no!” Ms. Coral declared. “I had a boy like that last year; he wouldn’t stop screaming until I called his parents. I’m not going through that again; you can wait until your mommy or daddy comes to pick you up.”
“They don’t know I’m here!” You insisted.
“Enough!” Ms. Coral scolded as she led you to the school’s front office and looked at the receptionist. “Carol, I have a problem.”
A middle-aged woman looked up from her computer. “What is it, Courtney?”
Ms. Coral gestured to you. “This one removed all her clothes, and she needs something to wear.”
“Aren’t her clothes around?”
“I don’t have time to fish around the bushes,” Ms. Coral explained.
“Are you sure she’s one of yours?” The receptionist inquired. “She looks like she could’ve wandered away from the preschool down the street.” Carol chuckled as she examined you. “Honestly, she could pass for a doll.”
“I’m sure,” Ms. Carol assured her co-worker. “Clothes?”
“Let me check the lost and found,” Carol remarked as she looked under her desk. The woman presented Ms. Coral with a pair of butterfly panties and a red dress. “Sorry, no shoes.”
“That’s okay,” The kindergarten teacher took the clothes and threw them at you. “Put these on.”
“No way!” You respond.
“You put these on,” Ms. Coral threatened. “Or you can sit your naked butt down in the office all day.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Carol said as she looked adoringly at you. “I might want to call the preschool to see if they’re missing anyone.” She giggled before adding, “I know my daughter would love to meet her.”
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