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    Diaper Disciplinary School
    By Nico
    Posted on 08/03/2008

    Intro

    I didn’t see it coming until it happened. I was a brat but this time
    around they didn’t want me here. So they send me to military camp? No.
    Community service? Not that either. They send me to the place where you
    live child hood over again in 4 years. Reborn discipline school. Where
    my life was going change for the next 4 years.

    Chapter One- Born Once Again

    I sit there in the car just wondering where they could possibly be
    taking me. I didn’t bring anything with me at all. I look out the
    window to see that we are still on the 10-mile road with a fence on the
    side that was 15 feet high and it was getting closer to the target
    location. I just continued to sit there the whole way we go, still
    having no idea where we were going. But than my mom says, “Look, honey,
    we’re here.” She drove up to the front of the building and parked in
    the top of the circle front. My dad looked at me and gives me an evil
    grin. “I hope you will like it here, son,” he just said as I walked out
    of the car.

    Suddenly the door to the car shut and the car just zoomed by me like a
    rocket. “Hey, come back!!” I shouted to the car. It was too late. I
    watched as the car disappeared into the road that looked to lead
    forever. It actually seemed like they wanted to keep people in here.
    “So now what? Am I in some sort of military camp?” I thought as I
    walked to the door. I then realized there was a sign right next to the
    door. It said, “Reborn Disciplinary School where childhood will turn
    your child around.” Before I could read more a man in red and blue
    pants, and looked like a joke, opened the front door and turned to me.

    He looked way taller than me and could kill me if he wanted to. Looked
    about 32, maybe. He walked toward me and than looked around. “Um, were
    you the one we are expecting?” he asked me. I shrugged. I didn’t even
    know I was coming. He than noticed the tire tracks and the dirt on me
    from when my parents rode off at 75 miles per hour.

    “Well than my boy I guess you are the one we were expecting. Aren’t you
    Genta?”

    That took me by shock. I know my parents left me here but I didn’t know
    they wouldn’t come back. Plus they set it all up, too.

    “How do you know me?” I asked in disbelief. He just looked at me with a
    strange look in his eyes like I was crazy.

    “Didn’t you know? You’re staying here for the next 4 years,” he
    explained. I was then shocked even more. I had no idea where this place
    was and what it is for that matter, and I’m staying here?!

    He then tried calming me down and said, “Don’t worry, my boy. We will
    take good care of you so don’t worry about a thing.”

    I just sighed at the sight of where I was.

    “Well, there is no use talking outside it there, sir?” I asked him.

    He looked back at me and said, “No, my boy, no, there isn’t a reason at
    all.”

    We then walked inside and it was a big surprise for sure. In the main
    room was a really fancy staircase and a desk in front of it. It sort of
    looked like a house, really. He must have made a lot for keeping kids
    in here. As we walked up I noticed the person on the desk. She looked
    to be about 23 and really hot, if you ask me. She was wearing a nurse
    gown but not for adults or teens. The nurse looked up at me and smiled.
    “Gee, kids get stuck here easy, huh?” the secretary told him.

    “Oh, I’m quite sure they do. I mean, we got 300 in this one and another
    500 in the other building somewhere in Iowa.”

    He then walked me to the hall on the right and in to this building that
    look like a... nursery. As we walked down the hall more I noticed there
    is a lasered fence. He typed in the code and the door opened.

    “Don’t want kids escaping, now do we? Well, in your case, baby.” He
    than closed the door and it locked behind me.

    As I looked around I noticed the back round sort of childish, babyish
    even. It was filled with stuff like baby diapers my size, toys for
    about 2 year olds and stuffed animals. The room had a bunch of shapes
    and decorations on the walls and I saw the ceiling was printed with
    building blocks. I continued to descend through the room until a woman
    walked in.

    She then looked at me and said, “Aww, the newborn has arrived.” I
    scratched my head and said, “Who is that?” She then laughed and cooed
    me as you would a baby.

    “This is really weird,” I thought. She then walked toward me but with
    something I couldn’t see. Was it something for me? Then a sharp pain
    came to my arm and was starting to lose consciousness. As I was growing
    out I blankly saw myself being stripped and the rest was a blank.

    I woke up somewhere even more babyish then the first room I was in.

    I tried to adjust my position when I hit a wall. I looked closer to see
    it wasn’t a wall it was a crib. I tried to stand up but was very weak
    to do so. So instead I turned my head to see that the room was filled
    with baby stuff just like the last one. But one thing really struck me
    hard. On the ceiling hanging was letters saying, “Newborn Genta”.

    I attempted to get up again but still weak from something stopped me.
    There seemed to be weight from something on me. I then looked at the
    diaper that I wore. It looked like it weighed a pound. It was so thick
    I couldn’t touch my legs. I tried to pry it of but again the strength I
    had mad it impossible to. Just than the nurse came in and cooed me
    more.

    “What’s going on, miss?” I asked her in a nervous state. She then shed
    me and started up a music box. She seemed to insert some ear plugs
    while doing so.

    “Baby needs his sleep tomorrows a big day.

    I once again started losing consciousness and faded away. I only
    wondered what was going to happen next.

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