Rosabelle POV. Mommy was mad at me, she yelled at me twice already but I didn't care, she said I'm being a brat, but that's fine, I don't mind being a brat. It's all cause I've been fussy, I woke up fussy, didn't eat any food, and threw my pacifier out of the window, I didn't do anything bad. "It's bedtime Rosabelle," she says, but why does she always put me to bed early, I want to stay up, I wasn't tired nor sleepy, I want to stay awake and so I decided to run away from her. The house didn't have many hiding places, I could run now, but going up or down the stairs wasn't an option, not since mommy added the stupid puppy gates to stop me from climbing all alone. Instead, I had to hide in my room, not many options again, then I decided to hide in the closet, I went there, and placed both hands over my mouth to keep myself quiet. "Rosabelle, come here pup," mommy calls, squeezing my favourite toy, trying to get me to come out with the voice of my toy, sometimes that option works, bu
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