Bad Nanny
In an instant, three of them pinned me down, their iron grips locking my arms and legs.
Isla strode up to me with a mocking smile.
"Weren't you so fierce just now? And yet here you are, in my hands after all."
Her palm cracked across my face, sharp and stinging. Then she turned to the gathering crowd of parents, her voice dripping with venom.
"Since today's kindergarten graduation has no real program, why don't we play a little game?"
She patted my cheek lightly.
"Each of you will step forward and slap her. Anyone who refuses, or doesn't hit hard enough, is declaring themselves an enemy of the Grant family."
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