(Joey's POV)
Three years later
Today was Milly's first day of pre-school and I couldn't seem to find her anywhere. Milly was now four and a half and looked more like Slappy than me. Even though that's what every mother says! Milly had long silky dark red hair that, Slappy's bright green eyes, pale skin, and a small voice. I had her when I was about 14. I was getting by pretty good for a 17 year old teenage mother, of course with Slappy's help. Anyways I was looking for Milly all over the house.
"Milly!" I called out, "Time to go!" I finally found her in my room. She was sitting on the bed.
"Sweetheart, we have to go." I said.
"But I don't want to go." She said, "What if the other kids don't like me?"
"Oh of course they'll like you." I smiled.
"Are you sure you can't go with me?" She asked.
"I can't hun." I smiled sadly. She sighed and got up. She grabbed her backpack and we went out to the car. It was silent for a few minutes. I looked over to her and saw that she was very nervous. I smiled and thought of something that would make her feel better.
"Do you know my big brother Danny used to drive me to school when I was your age?" I asked. (Danny was my dead brother from the first story)
"He did?" She asked.
"Yep." I said, "Grandma and Grandpa had to work so he always took me."
"What about Uncle Brad?" She asked.
"We never got along." I said. Brad moved to England a year ago and we still never got along.
"Do you still love him?" She asked.
"Of course I do hun." I said. When we got to Milly's pre-school I walked in with her. We went into her close room and everyone looked our way. We ignored them I knelt down by her and dusted and straighteded up her little black dress. I smirked when people saw a 4 year old with a emo close wearing teenage mother. Yes I am still an emo-outcast even having everything happened.
"Daddy, will come and pick you up after school." I smiled.
"Ok." Milly smiled a bit. I kissed her forehead.
"Have fun." I said and got up.
"I'll try." She said. I left and went to school. After everything that had happened I still went to high-school like a normal teenager. I was opening my locker when trouble came.
"Well, if it isn't Joey Shawn." Natalie smirked with her followers.
"Nice to see you too." I said sarcasticly. I opened my locker and put my backpack in. Natalie spotted the picture frame with Milly's picture in it.
"You keep a picture of your little sister in there?" She looked at me as if I said something stupid.
"She not my sister." I said, "She's my daughter." There jaws dropped. She looked horrified while the others crowded around it.
"She's so cute!" One said, "What's her name?"
"Milly." I smiled.
"Did giving birth hurt?" One asked.
"Yes, actually." I said.
"Girls!" Natalie snapped and all went beside her. She turned to me, "So the rumors were true."
"Mm hmm." I said and walked away.
(Milly's POV)
After my mommy left the teacher walked towards me and smiled.
"Are you Milly?" She asked. I nodded.
"Well Milly." She said taking my hand and leading me to a table with three other kids, "We'll just sit you over here." I sat on a chair. After the teacher left the other children looked at me.
"Who are you?" A boy with blonde hair asked.
"Milly." I said quietly. Before they could ask anything else the teacher started class.
"Good morning kiddies." She smiled. She looked a little young to be a teacher.
"Morning Mrs. Grace." The others said.
"Now children, we have a new student joining our class." She said, "Will you come up her Milly?" I got up and walked in front of the class.
"Children, this is Milly." She introduced me, "Why don't you tell us something about yourself Milly."
"Ok." I said, "Well, I love to draw and do puzzles, My favorite color's red, My favorite animal is a bunny, and I want to be ventriloquist when I grow up."
"Any questions for Milly?" Mrs. Grace asked. A girl with light brown hair raised her hand.
"Yes Susie." Mrs. Grace said.
"What's a ventriloquist?" She asked, "And why?"
"It's a person who performs with wooden dummies." I said, "And because my grandfather makes them and I always play with them." A lot of question were what I liked and why but the last question was neither of those. A boy with brown hair raised his hand.
"Yes Ben." Mrs. Grace said.
"I heard the adults talking about this and just out of curiosity, why is your mommy so young?" He asked.
"Because she had me when she was young." I explained, "Her and daddy take good care of me."
"How old are your parents?" Mrs. Grace asked.
"Mommy's 17." I smiled, "And daddy's 18."
"How interresting." Mrs. Grace smiled. After school was over I saw my daddy. I ran and opened the door to the car.
"How was school?" He asked.
"It was good." I said and we went to grandpa's house.