Author's Note: I'm going to split Weekend Plans into two chapters. This chapter will be about her first Saturday and the next chapter will be about her Sunday. I think this will keep Weekend Plans altogether in a more organized fashion.

Chapter Six: Weekend Plans?! [Part 1]

It was a hell of a week for Dora! Actually, it was a hell of a week for everybody starting school, but it especially a hell of a week for Dora. If we were being logical here, we would have to say she didn't even attend school. Yeah, she went to school, but she always had to go to the principal's office, causing her to miss out on important things being taught in class. Not that she didn't have any of this coming...

Because of this so-called stressful week, Dora thought she would get a break and get to sleep in...and maybe go exploring with Boots today and tomorrow. Well, as always, Dora was wrong. Her parents knew Dora was just going to sneak out of the house if they didn't give her any weekend plans, so they took it upon their selves to enroll Dora in Saturday school and a support group Dora was going to attend every Sunday until her parents felt that she didn't need to going to said support group anymore.

Her parents didn't tell her. They wanted to teach her that people aren't always going to know things in advance. Of course, Dora was going to be furious, if even that is a strong enough word, at her parents for letting her know of this at the last minute...but hey, it just might help with shapen her into a normal human being. After all, this is a lot of work.

Saturday school was a life skills class that taught children to do basic everything things that Dora has yet to get a grip on. You know, like opening a backpack...finding things...you know, easy things that Dora ALWAYS asks help with.

The the support group Dora was going to go to every Sunday was helping people cope with loss. That is, the loss of an addiction. Obviously, in Dora's case, it was exploring.

The good news? Dora got to wake up at 8:00am instead of 6:00am on Saurday and Sunday.

. . .

It was a peaceful Saturday morning...well, at least it was peaceful until it was time for Dora to wake up. Dora's mom placed a cute red outfit on her nightstand and firmly said "Dora, wake up! You have somewhere important to be in 30 minutes!"

"The only place I have to be is out exploring with Boots!", Dora sassily responded.

"Don't be a smart ass!", Dora's mom snapped. "Now put on the outfit I picked out for you! My dad and I are taking you to a very special place."

"It's it Boot's house?", Dora asked in her stupid high-pitched voice as she norrows her eyes and gives a sly smile.

"Are you really that stupid? Or are you just pretending to be?", Dora's mom asked, it was clear that there was anger in her tone.

"Well, Boot's house is the most special place on the face of the Earth, so I figured you'd let me hang out with him on the weekends.", Dora made clear to her mom.

"I NEVER told you that you can hang out with Mr. Rabies on weekends. In case I haven't, I'll make it clear once more: YOU ARE TO NOT HANG OUT WITH BOOTS EVER AGAIN!"

"Look, mom. Eventually I'm going to be an adult and you won't be allowed to tell me who I can and can't hang out with anymore.", Dora retorted.

"Little girl, you are only eight years old and you are extremely behind in school! As long as you live under MY roof, you have to follow MY rules. Is that understood?", the mom questioned her daughter.

"Yes, ma'am...", Dora answered sadly and timidly. "Let me just ask you something. Are you still going to be holding a restraining order between Boots and I even when I get my own place?"

"Dora please, by the time you get done with school and move to your own pleace, Boots will have already died in a jungle from banana posioning.", Dora's mom answered answers rudely.

. . .

Dora couldn't take it anymore...the words that came out of her mother's mouth felt like stabs in her heart and sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Each and every word. So, Dora did the only thing she knew how to do...

She threw a hissy fit. How surprising...

Of course, Dora's mom wasn't going to let this hellstorm continue, so she took action and as lately, she was very stern...

"Dora, if you don't stop whining, you will stay in your room the entire weekend and you will NOT be allowed to come out at all. NOT even to eat or go to the bathroom. Do you understand?!"

"Geez. Slow your role, Mother Dearest. I'll go put my outfit on!"

"That's what I thought!". Then, the mom left the room, leaving Dora to struggle with her outfit, slammed her door. It was just a red blouse and jeans, but she did struggle to put it on. It took here 30 minutes. Yeah, Dora still has a long way to go...

She didn't even get to eat. No, not because her parents wanted her to starve. Geez! They weren't THAT cruel! But because Dora was as slow as Christmas! Simple as that!

The ride to the life skills place was nothing but sheer silence. Okay, there is no such thing as sheer silence, but the only things that were heard were the AC and the car making its way to its destination. While silence can be both bitter and gold, in this case the silence between the mother and the daughter was nothing less but pure gold. Regardless of who started a conversation, it would probably set the car on fire...literally. So this silence was to not be taken for granted.

. . .

When Dora did arrive to her Life Skills class, she got straight out of the car and walked slowly and sadly to the building standing before her. It was small and looked abanded. Dora slowly crept inside. Inside was a single room with an adult and 10 other kids.

"It's about time you arrived, Ms. Marquez", the teacher snapped. "My name is Mrs. Green!"

"Now most of you guys are 4, 5, 6 years old, but I can spot a certain someone who is too old to be here...", the teacher thought out loud.

Then the teacher paused for a second.

"DORA MARQUEZ!", she shouted suddenly.

"My parents are the ones who brought me here! They don't give a shit that I'm too old for this!", Dora snapped.

"DORA! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!", Mrs. Green shouted. "I'm not SAYING that there is an age limit to this, but it's very sad that your just now getting started with this"

"Well, you try keeping the most permissive parents for eight years and watch them become complete jerks within a second!", Dora responded.

"Your parents are NOT jerks for wanting you to become a normal functioning human being. If anything, you should be thanking them for caring about your well-being and your future"

"I had such a wonderful life before they decided to become more strict with me. I haven't gone exploring in a week. You try to do something 24/7 for three years and have it taken away from you cold turkey!"

Okay, Dora. That's enough whining. Sit down! Class was supposed to start 10 minutes ago!", Mrs. Green reminded Dora.

Tears willed up in Dora's eyes. She hung her head down in shame and sadness and she walked slowly to the only seat avilable.

"Don't you sit by ME!", the blonde child teased.

"But...this is the only empty seat...", Dora pointed out.

"Now, now, Isabella...Dora is not going to hurt you.", the teacher reminded her student.

Isabella sighed. "I GUESS you can sit by me..."

"Thank you.", Dora said shyly.

"Okay, class. Today, we are going to learn about manners."

"But, Mrs. Green! I already know my manners.", Dora commented.

"You are an eight year old in preschool. I highly doubt you are a well-mannered young lady."

Hearing that Dora was just now in pre-school, the entire class just laughed at Dora senseless.

Dora's face turned bright read like a tomato, tears were trying to leak from her eyes again, and Dora ran out of the building faster than fucking Sonic!

"DORA!", Mrs. Gren shouted.

But by the time the teacher called out Dora's name, Dora was long gone...where was she to be found...? Well the teacher didn't know.

. . .

Dora had once again, snuck into Boot's house.

"Holy shit, Dora! I've never seen you run so fast! What gives?"

"My teacher. Embarassed me. In front. Of. The. Class.", Dora answered Boots through her panting.

"Teacher? Class? Isn't today Saturday?", Boots asked.

"My idiot parents decided it was a good idea to enroll me in Saturday school."

"My God! That's horrible!", Boots shouted "Weekend schooling should be against the law."

"I agree."

Just than, a loud knock on Boot's door. "OPEN UP!", the voice confirmed that is was Dora's mom.

"I have to go Boots...", Dora stated in a sad tone.

"Oh...well, I hope to see you later"

Dora slowly opens the door and her mom guides her straight to her car.

"When we get home you are going to lock yourself in your room. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?", her mom snapped.

"Yes, ma'am.", Dora answered quietly and shly.

. . .

When Dora get home she goes straight into her room, locks the door, and goes to sleep for the rest of the day. And all night.