“Mr. Bigglesworth, you can’t eat in class!”

I looked at Pink Bunny for help, but he was useless to me. Gigi terrorized the class when she made us play Teacher and today was no exception - and besides, I’m invisible, I can’t eat anything if I wanted to!

“Don’t talk back, Mr. Bigglesworth. You go sit in timeout,” Gigi exclaimed, marching over to my empty chair. She yanked me away, my imaginary head smacking against floor, and dragged me across the room. “Now you sit there and think about what you did, mister,” she threatened as she threw me into a corner, locking a baby gate behind me. Stars twinkled in front of my eyes. I had to get out of here; this girl was unhinged.

To anyone else, Gigi’s future certainly included, at best, a CEO title or, at worst, a ‘Boss Babe’ sticker. But I knew better. She dragged me across rooms, kicked me down stairs, and tried to drown me in the tub once. My days was numbered.

A gust of wind blew into the room - an open window! Right above me! - but Gigi burst into tears.

“Mommy! I’m cold,” she wailed; more screams ensued. It was the perfect time to make my escape. I leapt up the wall, straining to grab the ledge. Pulling myself up, I glanced back at Gigi, still wailing and now kicking in the floor in a full tantrum. I slipped outside - freedom never tasted so sweet.

“Smell ya later, kid,” I whispered and slammed the window shut. Gigi jumped and looked around. I don’t know how long it took her to notice I left, but that’s no longer my problem. I walked off into the sunset, nursing my wounds and dreaming of a new, pain-free life.