Chapter 3:

Natalie's P.O.V

Yawning I got out of bed and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. "Mommy what's for breakfast?" I called as I made my way into the kitchen. Looking up at my mother I watched as she put two chocolate chip pancakes on a plate and grinned as I squealed. "Yay my favorite!" Gripping Mommy's leg in excitement I listened to her melodic laugh as she smiled down at me.

"Now eat your breakfast we have to get you to your first day of school." My mother's voice soothed me and I hopped up onto the stool and started eating my pancakes. My mother just smiled and busied herself with cleaning while I ate. Her long blonde hair looked just like mine. I was just a miniature version of her and it made me smile. Everyone loved my Mommy and respects her. I hope to be like her when I'm a grown up. I felt arms wrap around me and pick me up throwing me over large muscular shoulders. "Daddy!" I giggled waving my arms around in excitement.

I felt my Daddy laugh and set me down. He handed me my backpack and kissed the top of my head then ushered me out the door with my mother, as she was going to be the one to take me to school. My mother's eyes filled with anxiety, but the look was gone so quickly I thought I imagined it. My mother isn't nervous or afraid of anything why would my first day be any different? It wouldn't. I assured myself. I imagined it.

The drive to school was quick and silent. Mommy got out and opened my door for me and I jumped out of the car. She bent down and hugged me tightly like she was afraid I was gonna disappear or something. I hugged her back. "Momma I gots to go."

She smiled and kissed my forehead, "Do good today okay sweetie?" I nodded and hurried off into the small school building. I found my room easily and sat down where I saw my name. There were only a few other kids there. All of them from the pack.

The first few hours went by rather quickly. By the third hour it was time for recess. We were all out back on the wooden play set. I was on the slide when a boy pushed me out of the way. I fell and skinned my knees. I felt tears well up in my eyes. The boy began to laugh at me and called me a cry baby.

I felt the anger surge through me with such an unknown force. Then he was suddenly hovering in the hair. Without even so much as a flick of my wrist he was dangling upside down from the big kid monkey bars that were much too high for us. He was screaming and crying in fear. The teacher had seen the whole ordeal and ran over and took the boy, whose name was Charlie, down from the monkey bars then took me to the principal's office. I was clearly in trouble and I instantly felt very nervous. I watched the principal dial my mother's phone number and I curled up in the chair and waited for her to show up.

Roughly 10 minutes later my mother had burst through the office door and walked straight into the principal's office, "What happened?" She instantly demanded. The principal dipped her head in respect to her Luna then quickly spoke the teacher's description of what happened. Now my mother was looking right at me. "You did what?"

I felt the tears begin to well up again. Mommy had never been angry with me before. "H-he pushed m-me off the s-slide. I hurted my knees. I-I sorry." The tears streamed down my cheeks and my mother's anger instantly returned to the principal.

"He hurt her and she's the one in trouble? I demand you punish him immediately. I will take care of my daughter. Why don't you control your students better!?"

My mother scooped me up into her arms and we left the shocked looking principal. Quickly we grabbed my bag from the classroom and we left the building. I knew I was still in trouble, but Mommy was more mad that I had gotten hurt than the fact I had hung the kid upside down. For that I was actually very grateful.