"You got new classes," he says, I look at him now totally confused, what new classes?
"They are the second stage of being a little. These classes are more related to your age" he says not really meeting my eyes, I don't think I'm going to like this at all.
And God was I right, we made it to school, Emilio tried to carry me but I was too embarrassed to let him do so, I just held his hand while we walked toward my classes. At first, I had the regular classes, nothing too crazy, the same girls who always made fun of me, Tasha who called them out. The funny class with Caden, where he threw jokes about everything, making it hard to hold my laugh in, making my ribs ache with pain.
Finally, came the crazy class, the one that I had no idea I'm going to have my new little class, it wasn't that b
