A/N: I am SO SORRY if not posting in a while. My PC gave out shortly after posting the first chapter, so I got another one a few weeks later. I think I kinda lost interest because of that. But don't worry, I'm trying my best to get back into this! Thank you and happy reading! 3
I know this is a pretty uneventful and short chapter, but don't lose trust in me! I'm trying my best to get back into uploading chapters regularly and this is only the beginning!
Also, I, myself, am a little concern that I "over-spiced" the chapter, but I'm just trying to get back into this. Try to enjoy this chapter nonetheless.
She arrives at school at the very end of this chapter, but you have to wait until the next chapter to find out how her day pans out! :)

It is now the morning after Dora's parents did their job for the first time. The sun rose right above the east horizon. Birds were chirping, cows were mooing, and children were cheering and happily waking up to start a whole new year of school. Well, everybody except for Dora, anyway, who was still sleeping soundly in her dark, depressing room.

It was 7:00 when Mama made her first attempt to wake Dora up. She turned on the lamp by her bed and firmly said "Dora, wake up! It's time for school!" She thought since she put Dora to bed early, she would have no problem waking up at such an early time. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. Dora did not even budge. The mom decided to be nice and leave her room for a few minutes to give her time to wake up and get with the groove.
The mom, before checking up on Dora, poured Dora a bowl of fruit loops with milk and put it on the table in the dining room and ran back into Dora's room after doing just that. Dora was still dead asleep. She was just NOT ready to start school and she was NOT afraid to show it. The mom firmly rubbed Dora's shoulder while saying

"Dora, if you don't get up, I'm gonna have to get Dad to help me get you out of bed and dressed!"
Dora moaned and stretched, but she just went right back to sleep. Mama ran to get Papa. She was so seemly desperate about it too. Mama certainly didn't want Dora to be late on her very first day. So she asked him, "Honey, can you help me get Dora out of bed? She needs to by at school in 30 minutes and she's still sleeping the day away."

The dad was delighted to help his wife. He wanted to be apart of this new parenting thing just as much as the mom was. So, the dad decided to take twice as much action as the mother did. Literally. Instead of yelling at Dora to wake up, Papa pick Dora up with his strong arms and he and Mama tried their very best to get Dora out of her pajamas and into her school uniform, which was a red polo shirt with green and red plad pants and brown ankle boots. Dora hated her school uniform, but it definitely made her look more presentable than a pink shirt, orange shorts, purple backpack, yellow socks, and pink shoes. This uniform was the only outfit she had that didn't have "clash city" written all over it.

Anyway, Dora fought to stay out of that ever-so, what she called, "ugly" uniform. Not that a weakling like her stood a chance against to tough, stern adults. She was really tired and grumpy, too, so she didn't even really TRY to restrain her parents from putting the uniform on her. However, Dora tried to flop around like a fish out of water while screaming bloody-murder, but she just made things worse on herself. The father held down all of Dora's lims, so the mother could get the uniform on Dora.
After being forced in her school uniform, Dora was hungry for her fruit loops. So, she make her way into the dining room and took her bite. The results were NOT pretty...

"MY CEREAL IS SOGGY, YOU IDIOT!" Dora screamed then proceeded to dump the bowl on Mama's face.

The mother never felt so much rage and fury in her life. Once she managed to wipe the cereal and milk off her face, Dora could see the burning flames in her mommy's eyes. She looked ready to STRIKE!

The mom clenches her fists and grabs Dora by both her arms, making Dora tear up due to the extreme pain, next thing Dora knew, there was another screaming completion going on.

"I AM YOUR MOTHER! YOU DO NOT TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" she said, then proceeded to slam Dora to the wooden floor, almost breaking the newly installed mahogany floors

"Looks like someone got up on the-" Dora tried to say without being cut off, as she stood back up.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Yes...", Dora said in a nervous tone."

"SAY 'YES, MA'AM!", the mom snapped.

"Uh, yes ma'am." Dora responded as a tear escaped from her sad left eye.

But the truth was: Dora didn't understand anything. She didn't understand how to look for the cookies right in front of her face, she didn't understand how to open and use her own belongings, she didn't understand how to count to even 1, and most of all, she didn't understand how such sweet and permissive parents can become so bitchy and strict in a matter of milliseconds.

The mother looks at the trusty kitchen clock. It said, in big bright blue letters "7:30AM"

She froze. She and Dora spent so much time bickering and bitching that they both completely lost track of time. It took the mom about a minute to react.

"IT'S ALREADY 7:30?!". She didn't believe it. She stood there in surprise and shock. "Yes, I realize that time flies faster than the speed of light, especially when you are not paying attention, but this is just ridiculous!"

Then Dora pops out of nowhere, saying in a zombie-like voice "You can't handle the clock..."

The mom was tired of Dora's behavior. She didn't even react. All she did was force Dora outside and in her tiny little car, then she drove Dora to school (giving her the silent treatment) for the very first time. Dora sure was whining on her way to the dreading place! It was a tag-o-war match between Dora's screams and the music blaring in the car.

It is it. This IS the main thing Dora was dreading from all of this. She didn't know how all the children were going to treat her, she didn't know how the teachers were going to think of her, but most importantly, she was worried about being judged. Judged as the eight year old just now starting preschool.