"How did you know I'm two?"

"Your class is only for two year olds, how big is your vocabulary?"

"Extensive. Why did you want to pull me out from my class just to ask me questions?"

"I wanted to know how much knowledge is in such a little girl and why you're still in daycare."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, so I clamped it back shut, and accepted her response. She's not wrong, and I'm surprised she's the first one to really call me out on it. No one has acted out on their curiosity yet, usually just taken aback with my responses.

"So? What now?" I asked, crossing my arms.

She smiled, lacing her fingers together as she leaned over her desk to peer at me, "I want you to take some tests to see how smart you are."

"And I'm guessing it's not just going to be vocabulary."

"You got it."

"So let me get this right," I sighed, uncrossing my arms and resting my right elbow on the arm of the chair, letting the left fall into my lap. "You want me to take a multitude of tests just to satisfy your curiosity on my IQ?"

"Yes."

"It probably won't go to well at this point in time. As much as I am good at speaking, spelling, reading and writing is still something I'm terrible at."

She frowned, leaning back in her chair.

"I see..." she nodded, "I will wait until you're in primary, once you've learned more." She clapped her hands together, "Would that be alright, Marinette"

I huffed, look away, feeling my cheeks heat up, "Whatever."

She smiled, obviously giddy that I had agreed to what she has planned. I sighed.

"Look, I'm okay with all of this, but I don't want to skip grades either. I'm comfortable where I am, I don't want to be seen as special just because I'm 'smart' or a 'genius.' I don't want to be seen..."

She nodded, smiling warmly at me, making my cheeks heat stronger, by now spreading to my neck, I'm sure. "I understand, that's okay, Marinette. I won't push you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I am but a teacher thriving to see the development and growing of a pupil, is all."

"Can I go back to my class now?"

"Madame Neller gave me permission to keep you the whole day, and I will gladly do so," she laughed, "I want you to sit through my class once thy return from recess. Just to see where you're at so I can start getting things started for when you arrive."

"I am regretting agreeing to this."

Her laugh echoes through the room.

~*~

"Why are you waiting with me?" I asked, exasperated.

"I want to meet the parents of these brains," she replied, tapping my head a few times.

I had sat through her class, her six year olds giving me curious glances but otherwise said nothing to or about me as I sat in Miss Aime's chair as she taught her class. Well, someone did ask if I was her daughter, but Miss Aime simply shook her head and explained that I was from the daycare in the other building. That was all it really took as she distracted them with the lesson, making them focus quite easily with her fun interactive teaching.

From what I've gathered, she'll have the same kids until the students are eleven or twelve, then they get another teacher.

A six years with the same teacher. Each year just getting more difficult.

"Miss Aime?" I blurted, "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty." I looked at her, eyebrows scrunched. She's too young to be a teacher. "I was kind of like you, Marinette," she explained, "I was done with school by sixteen and went to a university to become a teacher. I was done within two years, doing extracurricular activities and volunteer hours and all the classes I needed. But I had wished there was someone to have been able to teach me as a child, to watch me, I was an easy target."

"But I'm not." I argued, defiantly.

"Not yet," she corrected, "these kids are too young to understand that you're smarter than you should be. They're two, still barely acquiring words for their vocabulary to even for a sentence."

I frowned, taking what she said in to account, and I found that she's right. I haven't been picked on (not counting Chloe) yet because the kids in my daycare aren't grown enough to even understand what intelligence is. At some point when we're older, they'll begin to feel jealous, and anger, resentment, and kids tend to act out on their emotions.

"Marinette!" I perk up, smiling as my parents walk up to the pick-up area and I'm ready to run over. I hesitate before taking Miss Aime's hand in mine, no doubt surprising her not only with my actions, but with the first emotion I've shown her all day other than annoyance. I drag her along, my face now blank as it normally is. "Hi, macaron! How was school?" Tom, smiling over at me.

Who is this?" Sabine looked at Miss Aime in questioning, curiously look at out hands as I still held it.

Snatching it back and holding it close to my body, I feel my cheeks heat up once again for the billionth time today. My parents grin at my reaction, no doubt happy that I'm embarrassed (which they found they can't do often).

"I'm Lilli Aime, I'm a teacher from the primary section of the building over. I had the pleasure of meeting your daughter today, and I just wanted to meet you as well!"

"Oh, I see!" Sabine smiles at her, content with the answer. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Sabine, and this is my husband, Tom."

"The pleasure is all mine, you have quite an intelligent girl."

Tom chuckles, "Don't we know it."

Miss Aime judges me to go over to my parents, "Well, I'll let you go, I'm sure you're busy! See you next time, Marinette?" She looks at me hopefully.

I huff, looking away, but nod.

Why am I put into these situations?