Preschool Problems (Part Two)Today is Monday, and I have to go to preschool today. Even though I’m really happy about getting to be free from my daddy for six hours, I’m kind of scared that maybe no one will want to play with me.Preschool Problems (Part Two) by ThePsychoticBanana
Mommy comes into my bedroom and wakes me up with a smile on her face. She carries me into the kitchen, and sits me in a chair. I eat the eggs and bacon she sets in front of me, and then I run to the bathroom with Danni so she can help me brush my teeth.
After we brush our teeth, Danni helps me pick out a cute outfit to wear for the first day.
“Danni, were you scared when you started preschool?” I ask her as she tugs a green dress with white polka dots on it over my head.
“A little,” she answers, “but I wasn’t too scared, because I already knew some people.”
“I wish I knew people…” I mumble as Danni helps me into my tights.
“There. You look adorable!” She squeals as she scoops me up and hugs me tightly.
Preschool Problems (Part One)Hey there! My name is Brianna Jaclyn Pratt, but you can call me Bri for short. I’m four years old, and I turned it on December 4th. I live in Texas with my parents, my bigger sister Danni and my littler brother Tanner. My parents won’t tell me how many years they are, but I know Danni is fourteen and Tanner is zero and five months.Preschool Problems (Part One) by ThePsychoticBanana
This year, Mama is making me go to this awful thing called preschool. I think preschool is the stupidest idea ever! Danni told me that she had to go to it also, and that it was fun. But I don’t believe her, cause once she told me that Tanner was a alien in a baby costume, and when I told Mama that we needed to take him back to the hospical, I got yelled at.
But I guess I’m used to getting yelled at. I always try to do the right thing, but it seems that no matter what I do, my daddy is always mad at me. When I try to ask him something, he’ll scream at me that I’m “a stupid goddamn brat”. But Mama says I can