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Intro:

This story is about Madeline and Margot's mother, Margot a teenager the size of a child when she is suspended from school and sent to a nursery, but this story is much bigger than that.

 

One of the best stories I've written, it's lost in an account that I lost. I found a copy and improved it. Enjoy.

Note author: I am very happy to post this story, it is very special to me. Quick notices, criticisms welcome, questions. My English has improved a little but it is not good because it is not my mother tongue. Can you give me advice on where to improve?

 

Chapter 01 - Not Everything is Forever

Madeline gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car's speedometer ticked at a dangerous speed. Her face was serious, but anger and concern were mixed in her eyes. She muttered as she swerved past other cars.

 

"Get out of the way!" she said impatiently.

 

She pulled away abruptly from the chaotic traffic as soon as she saw the gates of Belmonte School. The imposing building of modern architecture, with its elegant lines and sophisticated details, reflected the prestige of a place destined for the elite. The main entrance boasted a white stone path flanked by impeccable gardens. Madeline parked abruptly and jumped out of the car. Her shoes echoed on the shiny floor as she walked through the wide corridors of the school, surrounded by yellow, red and silver lockers, which gave a vibrant air to the environment. She quickened her pace, ignoring the curious looks of the students who passed by. When she reached the waiting bench outside the director’s office, she sat down with a heavy sigh. Despite what she considered to be a basic outfit—dress pants and a black blazer—Madeline exuded an imposing presence. Her years in the FBI had taught her that plain appearances often masked inner strength. Suddenly, the director’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman strode out with a sigh. Her elegant clothes and proud posture bespoke her social standing. Suddenly, the principal’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman came out with a huff. Her elegant clothes and haughty posture betrayed her social status.

 

“Do something, Shepard!” the woman ordered before disappearing down the hallway. Madeline recognized her immediately. “Elizabeth…” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes.

 

She didn’t have much time to process the scene, because Principal Shepard, a short, somewhat overweight man with disheveled hair, appeared in the doorway.

 

"Come in, Ms. Madeline." Madeline stood and walked into the room. The room was well-appointed but stuffy, with a dark wooden table in the center. Shepard gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing, crossing her arms. "Hello, why did you ask me here?" she asked bluntly. Shepard looked uncomfortable, shuffling the papers in front of her as if trying to summon the courage to speak. "Something about your daughter, Margot. She got into a fight with another student... Ms. Elizabeth's daughter, to be more specific."

 

Madeline arched an eyebrow but remained silent. Shepard continued:

 

"The situation is serious, and... well... considering the circumstances, I will need to take severe action. I am considering expelling her." The words made Madeline's blood boil, but she kept her cool. "Have you heard my daughter's side?" she asked firmly. Shepard swallowed hard. "You see, I haven't had time yet..." Madeline took a step forward, her eyes shining with authority. "What do you mean you want to expel her without hearing what she has to say? Do you think I look stupid?" Shepard choked, clearly intimidated. "Madam Madeline, I..." "Then let me speak to her now." Her voice was a command, not a suggestion. Shepard sighed in defeat and left the room to fetch Margot.

 

Madeline drummed her fingers on her leg and tapped her feet on the floor, an old habit that betrayed her anxiety. Despite her controlled posture, her mind was in turmoil. She knew the behind-the-scenes of that school well. The impeccable facade hid a constant power game, where money and influence were the only currencies that mattered. Shepard, the headmaster himself, was a living example of this. He was manipulated by anyone with enough resources, and Elizabeth had more than enough to ensure that things always went her way. When the door opened, Madeline looked up. Margot entered the room with slow steps, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. Despite that, her daughter was beautiful, with her straight blond hair falling over her shoulders and a face that exuded sweetness. Margot was 14 years old, but her petite frame made her seem much younger. Before Madeline could even say anything, Margot ran to hug her, burying her face in her mother's blazer.

 

"I'm sorry, Mom... I didn't mean to come to this." Her voice was weak, but full of guilt. Madeline grabbed her daughter's shoulders and leaned in to look into her eyes. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, using the affectionate nickname that always made her feel safe. Margot took a deep breath, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Well... my friends and I have been getting bullied by Amelia for a long time. She mistreats everyone, especially my friends, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to fix it." Madeline blinked in surprise, but held back her initial reaction. "Sweetie, I know it was hard, but solving this with violence isn't the right way. You could have come to me or the principal." Margot lowered her head, clenching her fists in anger. "What would be the point? Shepard is bought!" Madeline was silent for a moment. She knew well the kind of game that was going on here, but hearing it from her own daughter brought a different weight. "Margot... why do you think that?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. Margot looked up, determined. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly unlocked it. "Because I proved it. Look at this." She showed the screen to Madeline, who carefully read the email exchange between Shepard and Elizabeth. The director had been paid $500 to hush up an incident involving Amelia. Madeline pressed her lips together, holding back the explosion of anger that threatened to escape. "This is serious." She handed the phone back, taking a deep breath. "But... how did you manage to do this?" Margot hesitated, but soon answered with a slight smile. "Auntie taught me some tricks." Madeline frowned. She knew exactly who Margot was referring to: her sister, an experienced hacker who loved to teach her niece her "arts." That was something to deal with later. "Margot, this is serious. It's important evidence, but people are going to need more than an email to believe it." Margot nodded, as if she had been expecting that question. "I have something else, Mom." She swiped to the next file on her phone and opened a video from the school's security camera. Madeline watched with increasing attention. In the video, Amelia was seen pushing one of Margot's friends against the lockers, laughing and throwing water at her while saying, "Look, the baby's wet!" Other girls laughed in the background, while Amelia continued to mock the girl, who tried unsuccessfully to compose herself. Madeline felt her blood boil. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to keep herself in check. When she opened them again, her expression was pure ice. "Shepard will listen to me now." She put Margot's phone in her bag and held her daughter's hand. "Stay here, sweetie. This will be taken care of." Madeline stared at Shepard, her piercing gaze making the man sweat under the fluorescent lighting of the room. He tried to maintain his composure, but his hands shook slightly as he held a glass of water.

 

"Well, let's get this out of the way," Shepard began, his tone uncertain. "I didn't want to kick your daughter out, but..."

 

"But what, exactly?" Madeline interrupted, leaning forward slightly, her voice cold as steel. "How do you intend to justify expelling my daughter when your school is the scene of systematic bullying and active complicity?" Shepard swallowed, trying to hide her discomfort. "I don't know what you're talking about." Madeline smiled, but it was a sharp smile, without any trace of humor. She pulled her cell phone from her bag and opened the video. "You don't know? Then let me refresh your memory." She pressed play, and the room fell silent as the video showed Amelia shoving and mocking Margot's friend. The humiliation was evident, and Shepard looked away, uncomfortable. "Now," Madeline said, pausing the video, "no hushing up this case. No excuses. No bribes." Shepard began to sweat even more. "Look... I... I'm going to take this case to the board." Madeline arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Are you going to take it to the council? Why don't you just say you intend to hush it up? Wouldn't that be easier?" Shepard stood up, visibly shaken, and took a sip of water. "I... I'm going to take this to the state council. We'll sort it out there." Madeline tilted her head, watching him like a predator sizing up its prey. "Good. Because if you don't, I will. And you know damn well my version of the facts will be more convincing." Shepard nodded nervously, his voice almost cracking. "I'll be there. But..." He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, trying to regain some control. "Your daughter is suspended. And I don't want to see her here until further notice. Now, please leave." Madeline stared at him for a moment longer, her hands tightly clenched into fists. But she knew the damage was done. Shepard was cornered, and the next move would be hers. "Very well. See you soon, Shepard." She walked out of the room with firm steps and found Margot waiting on the aisle seat. The girl stood up immediately, but her worried expression was quickly replaced by curiosity when she saw her mother's expression. "Come on, sweetie," Madeline said, holding out her hand to Margot. In the car, Madeline took a deep breath before explaining. "You're suspended, Margot. Shepard wants to use that as an excuse while he tries to protect his own skin." Margot huffed, crossing her arms. "I get suspended, and Amelia gets to go free? That's not fair!" Madeline placed a hand on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the leather. "I know it's not fair. But trust me, sweetie. It's not going to stay that way." 

 

The rest of the drive was silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. When they arrived home, Margot got out of the car without another word, quickly climbing the stairs to her room and slamming the door behind her. Madeline sat in the car for a few moments, her head resting against the back of the seat. This case went far beyond Margot. The school was a bomb of trouble waiting to explode, and if Shepard thought he could escape it, he seriously underestimated who he was dealing with.

 

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The first sentence really confused me. You wrote it like there is a mother of both of them which you don't name. 

18 hours ago, lolabunny said:

Suddenly, the director’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman strode out with a sigh. Her elegant clothes and proud posture bespoke her social standing. Suddenly, the principal’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman came out with a huff. Her elegant clothes and haughty posture betrayed her social status.

Also there you doubled it. 

You should proof read a bit more, and break down your scenes a bit with more paragraphs to make it a easier read. 

but I would say it is a good beginning, the whole principal thing is interesting and I want to know what happens next.

Also I really appreciate that you share your writing with us. I know how hard it is to write in a second language, I don't think I would ever write a story for that reason.

Keep going, also maybe some one here will do some proof reading for you. There are really helpful people are

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but once again Wattpad gets in my way, I posted this story there and it was deleted out of nowhere. I wonder if it wasn't someone's complaint, but other than that I'm sad 😢 keep moving forward, I have feedback on the chapter, what did you think of Madeline's attitude?

 

Chapter 02 - The Last Exit Is Called Daycare

Madeline was still in the car, her fingers shaking slightly on the steering wheel. She took deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts. Margot’s outburst, Shepard’s injustice, and now her daughter’s frustration with the suspension echoed through her mind. It was a burden, but Madeline knew she needed help. And who better to do that than her sister, Lancey, the family hacker and Margot’s favorite aunt. When Madeline finally walked into the house, the silence was deafening. Margot was in her room, probably still upset. Madeline headed to the kitchen, intent on making her daughter’s favorite dish: Italian-style pasta with homemade tomato sauce. As she minced garlic and seasoned the sauce, the doorbell rang. Madeline wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it. On the other side was Lizzy, her middle sister. Lizzy had short brown hair that matched her easygoing, down-to-earth demeanor. Dressed in a comfortable sweatsuit, she exuded a mix of casualness and readiness.:

 

“Lizzy, you came quickly,” Madeline said with a weak smile. “Of course you did. Where’s my niece?” Lizzy asked, walking straight into the kitchen. “In her room, drowning in tears,” Madeline replied, going back to stirring the sauce. Lizzy leaned against the counter, watching her sister cook. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

 

Madeline sighed and began to narrate the day’s events, from the confrontation with Shepard to Margot’s suspension and her frustration. By the time she finished, Lizzy was visibly irritated.

 

“I’m so mad at the principal! I don’t even know him and I already hate that bastard,” Lizzy exclaimed, crossing her arms. Madeline shrugged, continuing to grate the cheese. “Worst of all, Margot is mad at me because of the suspension.” Lizzy nodded, understanding the situation. “It makes sense. I would be mad too, especially with this indefinite suspension. This is absurd.”

Madeline put the grated cheese on a plate and began to set the table. “She won’t be alone here. I need to think of a place for her to stay, since my job won’t leave me home enough to take care of her. And knowing you, this visit isn’t just casual, is it?” —

Lizzy laughed, picking up one of the wine glasses that Madeline had already left on the table.

 

“You still know me too well. Yes, there is an affair. But let’s have dinner, talk to Margot afterwards, have some good wine and talk about the affair. Maybe even about other things, if there’s time.” Madeline smiled, for the first time in hours feeling a little lighter. “Sounds like a plan.”

 

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Margot was in her room, still lying on the bed. Her eyes were red from crying, and she kept repeating to herself:

 

“It’s not fair... That girl does whatever she wants, and I’m the one who pays the price. My mother couldn’t even stop her.” Her voice carried hurt and frustration.

 

She looked around the room, seeking solace in the vibrant colors she had always loved. Her dollhouse, the teddy bears on the shelf, everything seemed so childish compared to the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling. The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

 

" Margot, can I come in? " It was Lizzy's voice, firm but affectionate. " You can... " Margot replied, still drying her tears. Lizzy entered the room and, without hesitation, hugged her niece tightly. " I know what happened at school. That bastard principal didn't do anything to help, did he? " Lizzy said, sitting next to her. " And now I'm suspended. Mom didn't do anything to stop it... " Margot replied, crossing her arms.

 

Lizzy shook her head.

 

" No way, Margot. Your mother tried. She stood up to the principal. He's just a paid coward. It's not her fault. Margot was silent, looking at the floor. She knew Lizzy was right, but the weight of the day was still heavy. " Listen, your mother made your favorite meal. How about we go downstairs, eat some, and then you talk to her?

 

Margot smiled slightly. It was impossible to resist Madeline's pasta.

 

— Okay, aunt. And are you going to stay long?

 

Lizzy laughed.

 

— It depends on the job.

 

Margot had no idea what Lizzy’s real profession was or what that answer really meant.

 

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In the kitchen, dinner was served, and the three of them sat at the table. Madeline watched Margot with a calm but worried look, while Lizzy made sure to bring lightness to the conversation. Margot, still a little quiet, ate with gusto. After they finished, Margot collected the plates and, as she took them to the sink, finally broke the silence:

 

"Mommy, I'm sorry I left like that. I know you're not to blame for what the principal did." Madeline stood up and went to her, hugging her tenderly. "I understand you, sweetie. It's been a hard day for all of us." Margot nodded, her face relieved. "Good night, Mommy. Good night, Auntie." She went upstairs, leaving the two women in the kitchen.

 

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Lizzy opened a bottle of port she had brought and poured two glasses.

 

“I think things are a little calmer now,” Lizzy commented, sitting down at the table. Madeline sighed, picking up her glass. “Yes, but only for now. I’m still going to take this to the state council. Shepard won’t get away with it.” Lizzy nodded. “But before that, we need to talk about the future.” Her voice became more serious. Madeline arched an eyebrow, curious. “What’s going on, Lizzy?”

 

Lizzy took a sip of her wine and said,

 

“I have a big case, Maddie. Something that could affect our lives more than anything we’ve faced so far. And I think you’ll want to hear…”

 

Lizzy sat in the armchair with her sister's glass of wine in front of her and said

 

"I think you should start" Madeline "I know Margot can't go to any nanny school at this time of year and it's hard and for the whole day there's not much of an option other than daycare" Lizzy said "worse than that the best option is she looks like she's three or four years old but I don't know how she'll react" Madeline "First, let's see if I can get a spot." Madeline searches for a daycare with an open spot and finds one, saying, "The only one in the area that accepts new students in the five-year-old range. Its name is Happy Rainbow Nursery." Lizzy forced a smile when she heard the name, but Madeline didn't notice. She tried calling, and it was still open, and Madeline said, "Hello, do you still accept children?" Attendant: "If you came through the Facebook ad for the 5-year-old class, it's already closed." Wow, that was a shock for Madeline, who only had one chance. "Are there any spots left?" The attendant looked at the computer, "You're unlucky. There are three spots for the Ladybugs' room, but it's for 3- or 4-year-olds." Madeline thought about it and said, "Wow, it wasn't bad luck. My little girl is 4 years old. Can I register her as a "staff member?" I'm Moly, and I'm going to help you. First, I have a few questions. Is your daughter potty trained?" Madeline, "Because of this question, Moly, it's related to the classroom. Here, it's divided into two groups. The little girls who are in the potty training phase don't have a place in this room, and the other group is the little girls in diapers. They don't have a place in this room. The places are there." Madeline would rather be shot than hear that and tried something. "But it's okay. She's training at home." Moly, "Not just here in the classroom. She's going to wear diapers all the time. Is that a problem?" No choice. Madeline said, "No, Moly. Perfect. So let's finish it like this. I'll schedule a visit here for you to see the place. Friday, and then bring your daughter and sign the documents. Bring your daughter's to finish the bill. Madeline, "We'll be there. Thank you." Madeline looked at her sister and said, "I'm screwed."

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At the moment Madeline and Lizzy's behavior doesn't make much sense, i think this daycare thing has something to do with Lizzy's case. Poor Margot, i wonder how they'll convince her.

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6 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

At the moment Madeline and Lizzy's behavior doesn't make much sense

Thanks for the comment, but what led to the conclusion about Lizzy and Madeline's behavior 

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There must be a reason behind this decision, poor Margot has already been punished by the principal unfairly and both her mother and aunt are on her side in this. So it's very strange, moreover Madeline has also accepted that her daughter will wear diapers. I think Margot will go crazy when she finds out. Also because both Madeline and Lizzy seem to love her very much, consequently they wouldn't force her to do such a humiliating thing otherwise

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Chapter 2 is way better to read than the first chapter, thank you!
I do like the concept. In a realistic way, there is no way for a 14 year old (even if she is small and petit) to pass as a 4 year old, but since it's necessary for the story, we should probably ignore that

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comments on this chapter of the course of history praise criticism all welcome

Chapter 03: Remember and live

 

Lizzy looked at Madeline with concern as she held her nearly empty wine glass. The silence between them was heavy, and the atmosphere felt charged.

 

"There really was no other choice," Lizzy said, finally breaking the silence. Madeline, visibly dejected, shook her head. "No. The nanny who usually takes care of Margot is in Florida. Most of the others are in college. Schools are closed at this time of year. Daycare is the only option." Lizzy grimaced, leaning back against the couch. "But you know Margot is going to freak out about having to wear diapers again, right?" Madeline sighed deeply, sadness evident in her eyes. "I know that."

 

The weight of the situation was even greater because of the secret Madeline was keeping. Working for the FBI, even on an unofficial leave, she knew she couldn't tell Lizzy about certain details. That would not only put Margot's life at risk, but it would compromise the entire operation. Lizzy tried to shift her position on the couch, as if searching for less harsh words:

 

"There's another problem... The birth certificate. Won't that be a problem?" Madeline straightened up, as if she had already thought of it. "No. A friend of ours, Richard, is taking care of it. He's getting a fake certificate and is also involved in the case against the school that rejected Margot before." Lizzy hesitated before speaking again. "You already have enough problems, Maddie. I didn't want to bring up another one... But..." Before Lizzy could finish, Madeline interrupted her, raising her hand. "My sister, I assume it's something hairy, isn't it?". 

Lizzy took a deep breath and gave a slight nod. "Oliver sent me. He's your boss at the unit, after all. He told me to let you know about the Blue-Ocean case." Madeline froze at the mention of the name. The Blue-Ocean were a notorious criminal group, responsible for a number of international smuggling and trafficking operations. Madeline had always wanted to catch them, but she'd never had the chance. Now, the case was in her hands. She was silent for a moment, processing the information. Then, finally, she looked up with determination. "I accept." Lizzy gave a slight smile, satisfied. "Okay. I've already sent you the files. They're in your email." Madeline nodded, still deep in thought. "Well, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day." They both stood up. Madeline collected their wine glasses, while Lizzy headed upstairs. Before going up, Lizzy stopped halfway up the stairs and turned around with a mischievous smile.

 

"Oh, I almost forgot. You know I won a bet with Oliver, right?" Madeline raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Bet?" Lizzy laughed. "Yeah. I bet I could convince you to come back to the FBI. I won $500." Madeline snorted, but couldn't help but smile a little. "Good night, Lizzy." Lizzy shrugged, laughing as she walked up the stairs.

 

Madeline was left alone in the living room, staring at the glasses in her hands.

 

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Madeline sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the digital clock beside her. It was past two in the morning, but sleep would not come. Her mind kept racing to imagine Margot’s reaction the next day when she found out she would have to go to daycare. She knew it would be a struggle—and not an easy one. She sighed, feeling the weight of all the decisions she had to make that day. With a weary gesture, she picked up her iPad from the bedside table and turned it on. Maybe working on the Blue-Ocean case would help her take her mind off things. The file was open on the screen, detailing the organization she had come to know so well. Madeline had tried to destroy them years ago, but now they seemed stronger, more audacious. In addition to drugs and illicit rental services, the report indicated that the group was involved in something even more heinous: kidnapping children to satisfy the whims of powerful rich people. Her stomach turned as she read the information. She hated these high-class men and women who bought everything, including human lives, without any remorse. They acted as if the world were a chessboard, and all the pieces were there for their enjoyment. Anger took over her. With unnecessary force, Madeline put the iPad aside and leaned back against the pillow, trying to calm her mind. It was then that she noticed the background image on the device: a photo of Margot, smiling, her eyes bright. Madeline picked up the iPad again, but this time she opened the photo gallery. She scrolled through the past, seeing images of Margot as a baby, her first wobbly steps, her first trip to the park, her birthdays. The memories warmed her heart, even as they also brought a pang of longing. Suddenly, she stopped at an old photo. It was of her father, Kahn, standing next to a spotless black ’67 Impala. He was leaning against the car, a peaceful smile on his face. A memory flashed back to her, clear as if it had happened yesterday.

 

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Madeline was sixteen years old, and she was in the garage of her family’s house. The smell of oil and rubber was strong, but she loved it there. Kahn was working on the car’s engine, as he did whenever he wanted to relax.

 

“Give me the key, honey,” he said, without taking his eyes off the engine. Madeline picked up the tool from the workbench and handed it to him. He thanked her with a slight smile and continued working, his face serious and focused. After a few minutes of silence, Kahn stopped, wiping his hands on a cloth. He looked at his daughter, his eyes full of something she only understood years later.

 

“A piece of advice,” he began, his voice deep but gentle. “Always put your family before work. They are your most precious possession.” Madeline blinked in surprise. “Why are you saying that, Dad?” He smiled, but there was a weight behind it. “I know you want to join the FBI, Maddie. And this is advice from an agent who missed out on good family time because of work.” Kahn closed the hood of the car and opened the driver’s door. “Get in here,” he said, nodding to her. Madeline did as he was told, climbing into the passenger seat. He turned on the radio and inserted a cassette tape. Alan Jackson began playing Remember Me. As the music filled the car, Kahn looked at his daughter. 

 

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” Madeline felt her eyes well up. “Thanks, Dad.” He gave her a mischievous smile. “And if I ever leave, don’t let your sister get her hands on this car. I don’t want to see it on the wall.” Madeline laughed, remembering the time her sister had crashed their mother’s car into a pole. “I promise.” 

 

They laughed together, and she treasured that moment.

 

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Madeline came back to the present, her eyes slightly teary. She smiled as she remembered Kahn's words. Despite everything, she had always tried to follow his advice, putting Margot above everything else. She turned off the iPad, lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, feeling her heart lighten. Tomorrow would be a difficult day, but she would face any storm for her daughter. After all, family always came first.

 

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Black ’67 Impala, Supernatural's quote? :D

I don't understand if putting Margot in daycare has anything to do with the investigation, it seems strange to me that FBI agents would do something illegal, enrolling a teenage girl in a daycare with false documents just because they don't know where to leave her. Margot will surely unleash hell when she finds out where they want to send her, she will surely have to give her a valid reason. I don't think otherwise it would be credible that a teenager would accept something like that

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10 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

Black ’67 Impala, Supernatural's quote? :D

Yeep 👍 my top 3 series Love Dean I want the Dean's actor to be Batman 

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They're enjoying the story and want it to continue 😃 comments always help me understand what they think of the story

Chapter 04: A conversation about daycare

Madeline woke up to the insistent buzzing of her alarm clock. She stretched slowly, feeling her muscles protest the movement. She turned her head to the side and saw the tablet still on the nightstand, the memory of last night vivid in her mind. Today, she had a delicate mission: to tell her daughter about the inevitable decision to send her to daycare. With a heavy sigh, she stood up. As she adjusted her clothes, she heard Lizzy's voice on the phone in the hallway.

 

"I know I'm lying to her, but if I tell her now, it'll be worse," Lizzy was saying in a tense tone. Madeline paused, curious, but didn't interrupt. The voice on the other end of the phone said something Madeline couldn't catch, and then Lizzy added, "I didn't know she'd get there..."

 

After a few more words exchanged, Lizzy hung up, looking worried. As she smelled the fresh coffee, she headed to the kitchen, where she found Madeline preparing breakfast. Pancakes were piled high, eggs scrambled, and bacon was sizzling in the pan. Lizzy smiled, though the weight of the conversation to come was evident in her eyes. The two sat down at the table with their cups of steaming coffee and began to talk.

 

"There's no getting around it today," Madeline said, stirring her coffee absently. Lizzy nodded. "You're going to have to tell her about daycare. Do you know how you're going to do that?" Madeline sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Not yet, but I have an idea of what I'm going to say. I just hope she understands."

 

It wasn't long before Margot came downstairs, still half asleep. She sat down at the table, trading her coffee for a glass of orange juice and a serving of scrambled eggs. When everyone had finished eating, Madeline spoke:

 

"Honey, after you finish your juice, can you go to the living room? We need to talk." Margot looked curious, but shrugged. "Okay."

 

A few minutes later, the three of them were sitting on the living room couch. Margot in the middle, with Madeline and Lizzy on either side. The silence seemed to grow, filling the room with a palpable tension. Margot was the first to break it.

 

"Mom, what did you want to talk about? Is it about school? Will I be able to go back soon?" Madeline felt a tightness in her chest. Margot was smiling hopefully, and that made everything even harder. Lizzy was the first to answer. "Your mom is going to give you some good news... but there's also some news that's not so good." Madeline took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Honey, remember that lawyer Richard Jr. I mentioned? He's handling the case against the school. He's an excellent lawyer, he's helped your grandfather many times. He thinks our case is easy, but since the school principal has connections with powerful people, it might take a while." Margot nodded excitedly. "That's good news! Finally something about this horrible school. But... what's the bad news? Go ahead, I'm ready." Madeline hesitated, but continued. "The bad news is that while the case is going on, your aunt and I will have to work a lot. And we won't be home to take care of you. Your babysitter is in Florida..." Margot interrupted her playfully. "Yes, she's been sending me pictures of herself drinking and at the beach. She's having a great time!" Madeline forced a smile, but soon got back to the subject at hand. "There's no one else in town who can take care of you, and the local schools won't accept temporary students. The only option left is... a daycare."

 

Margot's eyes widened in surprise. Madeline continued, trying to sound calm:

 

"The daycare only has one room available. It's the Ladybugs' room, for 4-year-olds." Margot blinked in confusion, but answered: "A 4-year-old room? I think I can handle it, I'd be the oldest one there." Madeline bit her lower lip, feeling the hardest moment approaching. "But there's one important detail about this room... All the children there wear diapers. And you'll have to wear them too." Margot stood still for a moment, trying to process what she heard. "Diaper?" she repeated, her voice shaking. "Diaper... diaper..."The words seemed to echo in her mind as tears began to stream down her face. She looked at Madeline and Lizzy in disbelief. "That's not possible," she whispered, her voice breaking.Madeline tried to reach her, but Margot stood up abruptly, still crying.

 

Margot stood in her room, her face still hot from the tears she had shed. As she paced back and forth, her thoughts swirled like a whirlwind.

 

"Why does my mom want this? Why diapers? I'm a teenager, not a child..."

 

On the other side of the door, Madeline was nervous. She knew she needed to calm her daughter down and convince her that this was for the best, even if Margot couldn't see it now. With a light tap on the door, she entered, followed by Lizzy. Madeline tried to start calmly.

 

"Honey, it's not that bad..." Margot turned to her mother, her eyes full of frustration. "Mom, it's diapers again! I'm a teenager! This is punishment for fighting at school, isn't it?" Lizzy, sensing the tension, interjected, "It's not like that, Margot. Listen..." Madeline took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "No, honey, this is not a punishment. I've looked at every possible option, but there was no other solution. I swear." Margot crossed her arms, looking at the floor. "But why diapers? Couldn't it be a normal room with normal children?" Madeline stepped forward, trying to sound reassuring. "I've done everything I could to avoid this, my love. But this daycare is the only option available. Still, I've been told that if there's an opening in the potty training room, you can transfer and forget about diapers. I promise." Margot was silent, but her thoughts were racing. "It doesn't sound 100% bad... but it's still really bad." She continued to pace, as if moving around would help her gather her thoughts. Finally, she stopped and looked at Madeline. "But, Mom... will I still have to wear diapers? Pee and... poop in them?" Madeline took a deep breath. "Yes, you'll have to act like a child in this room. I know it sounds terrible, but I'll be with you every step of the way. And it's only for a little while, I promise." The thought of wearing a messy diaper made Margot feel horrible. She was a teenager, not a baby. But the calmness in Madeline's voice, while not erasing her frustration, made Margot hesitate. Madeline tried to lighten the situation. "Let's give it a try, honey. If it doesn't work, we can try something else. But if you go to daycare, it will give me the freedom to move things along with the principal. I promise I will do everything I can to get you back to school as soon as possible. It's where you belong, and I know that." Lizzy added, "Yes, Margot. It will help us fix all this. With you in daycare, we can focus on what matters: getting you out of this absurd situation." Margot sighed. It still seemed like an unfair trade. She would have to stay in daycare, wear diapers, and act like a child. And the worst part was that she didn't know how long that would last. But deep down, she trusted her mother. She looked up and reluctantly said, "Okay, Mommy. I'll accept it. I'll go to daycare." Madeline let out a sigh of relief, and a grateful smile spread across her face. Lizzy seemed to be calming down, too. The three of them hugged, with Madeline holding Margot tightly, trying to convey all the security and love she could. After a moment of silence, Madeline said, "Now, let's go shopping. We need to buy diapers and other items." Margot felt butterflies in her stomach at the word "diaper." Even though she accepted the situation, her nervousness wouldn't go away.

 

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So I hadn't looked at this yet. I think I remember this from WattPad, but it was a brother who his sister stole a knife from...?

The plot line is definitely on the absurd side of things, but you're making it fun enough to play along with on it to me.

If you could take whatever you're posting from and move it to .rtf file before you copy it over, or maybe from Grammarly's web editor, it'll be a lot easier to keep formatting. You have a bunch of extra line breaks and then the last block of text there needs to have breaks for each voice. 

I do hope you'll continue this, if you're the original author I'm thinking of I liked the tale and was hoping you would continue it!

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Margot took it better than I thought, she said too much. I think they should have told her the truth, whatever it is. 

Anyway hearing about babysitting in adolescence or pre-adolescence has always seemed strange to me, maybe it's common in America. For example, when i was 11/12 years old, i was left alone without any worries and my parents trusted me, as did all my peers, and we're talking about the 90s. Obviously i never happened to be alone for days but only for hours, i imagine that in that case they would have sent me to my grandparents.  Voi in America, a quell'età avevate babysitter?Did you have babysitters in America at that age?

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7 hours ago, BabySofia said:

If you could take whatever you're posting from and move it to .rtf file before you copy it over, or maybe from Grammarly's web editor, it'll be a lot easier to keep formatting. You have a bunch of extra line breaks and then the last block of text there needs to have breaks for each voice. 

I really wanted to be able to do the same formatting as the world

2 hours ago, Dirty Boy said:

Did you have babysitters in America at that age?

I'm from America but not the North and I've been alone since I was 10, but it's something quite common in the US from what I've seen.

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10 minutes ago, lolabunny said:

I'm from America but not the North and I've been alone since I was 10, but it's something quite common in the US from what I've seen.

Here in Italy, it is less common. Babysitting is reserved for small children. Usually, grandparents are there when needed

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2 hours ago, lolabunny said:

Did you have babysitters in America at that age?

Technically, in most of the US, it's supposed to be 10-12, depending on state. A quick ChatGPT search confirmed that:

  • Illinois has the highest legal minimum age at 14 years old.
  • Maryland requires a child to be at least 8 years old to be left alone.
  • Oregon sets the minimum at 10 years old.
  • Most other states provide guidelines rather than laws, recommending children be at least 10-12 years old before staying home alone for short periods.

(14 for Illinois?!?!?) I was about 9 or 10 when I was left without a babysitter. I was a 'latchkey' kid, as they called us growing up, and I would go home, unlock the door, lock it behind me, and not open it for anyone. A full day without supervision was unlikely until I was 12 or 13, and I had super hovering parents since I was an only child, so it would be infrequent. I never had them leave me alone overnight at home, I think, until after I'd graduated high school.

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8 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

Technically, in most of the US, it's supposed to be 10-12, depending on state. A quick ChatGPT search confirmed that:

  • Illinois has the highest legal minimum age at 14 years old.
  • Maryland requires a child to be at least 8 years old to be left alone.
  • Oregon sets the minimum at 10 years old.
  • Most other states provide guidelines rather than laws, recommending children be at least 10-12 years old before staying home alone for short periods.

(14 for Illinois?!?!?) I was about 9 or 10 when I was left without a babysitter. I was a 'latchkey' kid, as they called us growing up, and I would go home, unlock the door, lock it behind me, and not open it for anyone. A full day without supervision was unlikely until I was 12 or 13, and I had super hovering parents since I was an only child, so it would be infrequent. I never had them leave me alone overnight at home, I think, until after I'd graduated high school.

14? When i was 11-12 years old, i home alone and went out alone, and it was the 90s, like all my friends. I have to say that i live in a small town, so it's a quiet place, maybe in a big city it's different. At 14 years old, i think a teenager would feel humiliated to have a babysitter. 

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1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

Technically, in most of the US, it's supposed to be 10-12, depending on state. A quick ChatGPT search confirmed that:

  • Illinois has the highest legal minimum age at 14 years old.
  • Maryland requires a child to be at least 8 years old to be left alone.
  • Oregon sets the minimum at 10 years old.
  • Most other states provide guidelines rather than laws, recommending children be at least 10-12 years old before staying home alone for short periods.

(14 for Illinois?!?!?) I was about 9 or 10 when I was left without a babysitter. I was a 'latchkey' kid, as they called us growing up, and I would go home, unlock the door, lock it behind me, and not open it for anyone. A full day without supervision was unlikely until I was 12 or 13, and I had super hovering parents since I was an only child, so it would be infrequent. I never had them leave me alone overnight at home, I think, until after I'd graduated high school.

14 sounds insane. These are teenagers, who could be babysitters themselves.

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22 minutes ago, parkintochter said:

14 sounds insane. These are teenagers, who could be babysitters themselves.

I agree, I highly doubt anyone follows that law. I'm guessing it's very seldomly enforced unless they're looking for excuses.

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3 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

I agree, I highly doubt anyone follows that law. I'm guessing it's very seldomly enforced unless they're looking for excuses.

I'm kind of too lazy to google it right now, but it might be just ChatGPT hallucinating. It does that a lot

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2 minutes ago, parkintochter said:

I'm kind of too lazy to google it right now, but it might be just ChatGPT hallucinating. It does that a lot

It does, but it looks to be confirmed by this: https://www.illinoispolicy.org/illinois-has-highest-home-alone-age-in-nation/#:~:text=Leaving a child under 14 home alone in Illinois is illegal. I think the key is under 14. So it's really age 13 and lower. 

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9 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

I agree, I highly doubt anyone follows that law. I'm guessing it's very seldomly enforced unless they're looking for excuses.

American parents are not the best, they are very control freaks and strict compared to European ones. Obviously i base my opinion on stories, films, etc. Having never been to America.

Here in Italy, at least in my area, babysitters are really rarely used. For example, when i was a child i never heard of anyone my age having had a babysitter. Maybe it's more of a big city thing. For example, if i was alone, i simply went to my grandmother's for lunch or dinner without any problems. Maybe Italian parents trust their children more than American parents do.

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2 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

It does, but it looks to be confirmed by this: https://www.illinoispolicy.org/illinois-has-highest-home-alone-age-in-nation/#:~:text=Leaving a child under 14 home alone in Illinois is illegal. I think the key is under 14. So it's really age 13 and lower. 

that law almost belongs in one of the stories here. Gives me kind of a vibe of keeping your kids small as long as possible.

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I'm sorry, but as it stands this story is basically incomprehensible.  Spatula Raccoon has zeroed in on the biggest problem, which is the complete lack of story structure.  Every time you shift perspective from one character to another, you have to start a new paragraph.  This is most obvious when the characters are speaking, but it is also the case when they are thinking.

You also need to address the formatting issue that Baby Sofia brought up.    

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