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Vacation Bible School and Summer days

Author's note: this is vacation bible school and summer days. I redid it, cause it wouldn't post. This is my second attempt ! In this chapter I get into trouble. What can I say ? I'm only eight. My good streak couldn't last.

This is dedicated to deanathenerd, loves. If you want a dedication, send me prompts ! It's simple as !

Age: 8

Lucy's pov

Uncle siva walks in my room at 7:20. I'm already awake, because vbs starts today ! Vbs is an acronym for vacation bible school. It's at our church. But anyway. Uncle siva walks over to my bed.

"Babylove, rise and shine. Vbs is today !"

"I'm up ! Hi, uncle siva !"

"Hi and good morning, babylove !"

I pop out of bed, and give uncle siva a hug, and butterfly kisses. It's something that I always do. Uncle siva sets me back on the ground, and I run to my closet. I pull my blue sundress out, then turn around.

I ask "uncle siva, can I wear this ?"

He responds "sure, babylove. You've gotta wear a coverup, though. It's a bit on the bare side."

I exclaim "thank you, uncle siva !"

I pull a coverup out of my closet, then go to my dresser to get underwear. After that, I slip out of my room, and go into the bathroom. It takes about ten minutes, but I get changed. Uncle siva is waiting in my room.

He says "babylove get shoes then come downstairs. If you hurry we have time to make French toast."

I tell him "yay ! I'll hurry, I promise, uncle siva !"

Uncle siva leaves and goes downstairs to start the French toast. I go downstairs about five minutes later. Uncle siva's started cooking, so I pour juice for us. I take it to the table, then I get plates and such. I find it hard to believe, but a little bit later he puts two perfect pieces of French toast on both our plates. We eat, then I run and say bye to daddy.

"Bye daddy !"

"Bye Skye ! You better be good !"

"I will be, daddy !"

Uncle siva and I go out to the car. It takes us five minutes to get to church, because our church is right down the street from our house. I jump to the ground from the car. I immediately make tracks to the church cause I wanna see kiara. Uncle zayn said that he planned to bring her to vacation bible school. Hopefully he did ! I don't know, though. I pause, out of breath. That's also when uncle siva catches up to me. He doesn't look too pleased. Uncle siva smacks my bottom really really hard. Normally he doesn't do it that hard.

I exclaim "owwie ! What was that

for ?"

Uncle siva informs me "you know what, little girl. You should've waited til I got out of the car. Lucy, you could've gotten hit by a car."

I play dumb.

"No ? Really ?"

Uncle siva warns "Lucy Skye mcguiness. Lose the attitude right now, little girl. Got it ?"

Uncle siva smacks my bottom again, not as hard as the first time, though.

I reply "yes sir. Sorry, uncle siva."

He comforts " it's okay, babylove. I'm not mad. You're on thin ice though, with me."

I nod my head to tell him that I understand, and uncle siva hugs me. We walk inside, and I was right. Kiara is here. She sees me and shrieks "Lucy !"

I shriek "kiara !"

We run up to each other, and hug. Uncle zayn walks up behind kiara. I

give him a hug.

"Hi ! Uncle zay !"

"Hi, love ! You been good ?"

"Ya, I have, uncle zay !"

Uncle siva clears his throat and gives uncle zayn a pointed look. Uncle zayn

looks down at me.

He inquires "love, did you just lie to me ? I want the truth, Lucy."

I tell uncle zayn "no, I didn't. I've been good, uncle zay !"

Uncle zayn shares a glance with uncle siva.

He asks "siva ? Any trouble with

Lucy ?"

Uncle siva responds "only a bit. She wasn't very good on the way in here."

Uncle zayn swats my bottom.

He says "c'mere, Lucy."

I ask "where we going, uncle zay ?"

He informs me "I think you know. We're gonna make a quick trip to the bathroom, love."

I protest "but I -"

Uncle zayn cuts me off "sorry, love. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."

Uncle zayn picks me up, leaving kiara with uncle siva. He carries me to the bathrooms. Unlucky for me, our church has a unisex bathroom. Uncle zayn walks inside, then locks the door. Uncle zayn walks over to the couch and takes a seat on it. He places me on his lap.

"Lucy, do you know why you're in trouble ?"

"Yes, uncle zay. I do."

"Please explain, then."

"I'm in trouble because I lied to you. You asked me if I've been good, and I said I have. When actually, I haven't."

"That's right, love. Now do you know what lying gets you ?"

"No, I don't, uncle zay."

"Well, lying gets you a date with my hand, bare."

"B but uncle zay -"

I'm cut off, mid sentence.

"No buts. Sorry, love."

Uncle zayn pulls me between his legs and over. He flips up my dress, but doesn't completely bare my bottom.

Uncle zay says "you get twenty. They're gonna be fast and hard, though."

I whimper, but he just ignores it. Uncle zayn starts fast and hard, just like he said he would. By 5, I'm whining. By ten, I'm crying. By 15, I'm begging. By 20, I'm full out crying. I forgot just how hard uncle zayn hits.

After uncle zayn lays the last one down, he flips my dress back into place. Uncle zayn pulls me into a cuddle, and starts to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It takes about ten minutes, but then I quit crying. He carries me out of the bathroom, and back to uncle siva.

Author!s note: how was it, loves ? I know it was good, but what did you think ? This chapter is dedicated to deanathenerd.