"Ha ha ha! What a baby!"
"We were bullied by that brat?!"
"What's wrong, little baby girl? Do you need your diapie changed?"
Vanessa couldn't take the name calling and mockery anymore as she sat up on the stage, her face blazing in humiliation as she wailed loudly behind her pacifier.
Without thinking, the former CEO spat her pacifier out and got to her feet, running off the stage and past the mocking kids as fast as the diaper would allow her. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she had to get away from this mad house!
Unfortunately, due to her continuous wailing and crying, Vanessa's vision became blurry from the tears. So much so, that she didn't see the block on the ground, tripping over it with a yelp before falling over a railing and landing flat on her face.
Looking up, Vanessa wiped the tears from her eyes and gasped to see she had landed on her hands and knees in an empty playpen, diapered butt sticking up in the air. Sitting back up, Vanessa saw the kids continue to laugh at her, repeatedly chanting, "Little Baby Nessie!"
That did it.
The former CEO threw herself to the floor of the playpen, wailing loudly as she kicked and hit the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Which, to the untrained eye, was exactly what she looked like.
"I AM NOT A BABY!" Vanessa screeched as she pounded and and kicked the floor, not realizing how she looked right now. "NOT A BABY! NOT A BABY! NOT A BABY! NOT A BABY! I AM A BIG GIRL AND ALL OF YOU STINKY BRATS ARE BABIES! STOP BEING MEAN TO ME OR I'LL TELL ON YOU! I AM A BIG GIRL! NOT A BABY!"
The kids just continued their mocking and laughter at Vanessa, the woman not even realizing that her tantrum and choices of words were telling a completely different story.
"What in heaven's name is going on in here?!" A voice called out, getting the attention of everyone in the room. Vanessa looked up to see one of the caretakers, a woman no older than nineteen, standing in the doorway before walking towards the playpen and looking down at Vanessa with a frown.
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