Today Pietro declared was defiantly NOT one of his good days. Heck he even decided it was indeed a very terrible day. First Peter "accidentally" spilt his choc. Milk all over his brand new white shirt at snack time, then Mrs. Meddlesome (no joke) took him aside during free time to talk to him about his "troubling behavior" towards the other "children," who from his point of view were monsters and rude, while she seen them as angelic children who needed "guidance" to know what was right and what was not. But Pietro at even 2 years old, barely able to speak learned the difference from right and wrong right off; from of course his father.

Flashback

A very nervous man tugged on his tie…he wasn't exactly what you'd call a normal dad. For one his attire was ALWAYS made specially for him by some designer brand,

Second, about 95 of the time he was forced to spend time with his small children, the twins, by his wife Magda. Not that he was a mean dad or anything, but ever since the fire incident that cost him the life of his precious daughter, Anya, he decided safely not to get too attached to these chubby, angelic babies. For he knew all too well how much he praised and spoiled, his now deceased little girl. It his love hadn't saved her, and what he didn't know was that nor did it hurt the least bit that he did love her. In her time of need he couldn't save her, and for a short brief time his wife also was gone; afraid of this monster that replaced her once cheerful, kind husband. Luckily for him, he eventually found her and they basically started their lives all a new, but the two yr old twins that came with her came to a big shock for him.

Third, this "dad role" was kind of like a whole new role for him, as if the 6 blissful years of raising Anya never happened so now he sat their an uptight, even nervous business man tugging on his tie trying to think of what to say to his 2 year old son, yeah that's right, he expected to have a complete conversation with a two yr old AND he even went as far to EXECT the lilttle boy to understand every single word.

Suddenly the words came to him. He glanced down at the boy who was obviously his son, sapphire eyes and matching snow white hair, with surprisingly fair skin and long, thick, dark eyelashes for a boy, dressed in a big blue tshirt looking at his father with curious eyes.

"Son, I think its time for us to have lets say a "chat." He began to drone on about his tough childhood, the loss of his parents, and even meeting Magda. After abit he seemed to completely forget whom he was talking to, because he was so caught up in his old memories. He even through in a few "jokes" and went as far as to explain what was wrong about his life, what he'd done wrong, and what he'd done right and was almost in tears by the time he explained to his little son how he should live his own life.

Pietro barely knew how to say a phrase let alone sentences. His eyebrows were raised and he looked curiously at the towering man speaking to him. He picked up his stuffed teddy bear and hugged it with his chubby arms. He was scared he barely knew this guy, known now as his "father" and he was starting to miss Wanda, the most he was ever separated from her was a mere minutes and this seemed a whole lot longer. He buried his face further in the bear's soft, almost silky fur trying to hide his fear, and now his tear filled eyes from this "father" person who little Pietro seemed to take for someone who saw crying as shameful..

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He was snapped back from one of his earliest memories when his teacher kneeled on the ground and put her arm on his shoulder.

Pietro couldn't help but roll his eyes at her, not just her but at how stupid his dad was…

'Not another 'chat'

"Pietro, dear, I do not understand why you enjoy being alone so much.

She sighed

"They were only trying to be nice by asking you to join their game."

She gestured unknowingly towards the group of boys, that now seemed to be enjoying their finger painting a lot…and attacking a semi nerdy boy with chubby painted fingers.

Now she'd done it. His tiny hands were now shaped as fists and shaking with anger.

He tried as nicely as he could answer her, through gritted teeth.

"Mrs. Meddlsome, I am TIRED of them. If you knew anything you'd know they aint nice kids at all, heck their just plain bullies! AND you should just stay outta my life! Its my own business why I don't like the other kids! Just L-E-A-V-E M-E ALONE!"

He turned his back (before she could get a word in) and stomped out of the room. Of course before leaving he pushed Peter, the main bully into the can of red paint. Causing chaos and screaming to take over the classroom before he made his dramatic exit. He grinned happily at his own accomplishment.

'I'm NEVER going back to this stupid place EVER again!'

He wanted to cry…well almost.

'How DARE she remind me of how alone I really am! I MISS Wanda soo much…I cant believe its been almost a whole year and I haven't done a darned thingy to help her escape. I haven't even visited her at all or even tried! I HATE father…I'll show him one day. NO today is the day, I'm gonna break her outta there and were going to somehow find away to escape him..for good.'

He started running as far as his little legs would take him, strangely enough all of sudden he started gaining more and more speed. The wind sweeping back his white hair from his face and tears started gathering in his eyes from the intensity of his speed. He watched as the scene blurred with how fast he was running. He finally stopped but where he stopped he didn't expect to ever see again.

"Whoa how did I do that?" he thought aloud and looked at his surroundings questionably.