The Living dream

Chapter Fifteen

The house was tall, slender and a musty brown colour that didn't stand out in the woods that surrounded it. Walking past the big garage and up the cement steps to the big Cherrywood front door, Jayden grabbed the handle, turning it and shoving it open. Inside was a lighter tone of house then it was outside. The outside of the house was coldy and earthy, the inside was warm and cozy like a home should be.

"Tori! Come here please, we have something for you!" The man with green hair and a soft tone yelled out. The sound of feet padding against tile flooring, a young girl at the height 4'11 came running towards them. She had gingerbread toned skin and her kinky brown hair was styled in pom-pom like buns. She had lovely hazel eyes, a turn-up nose and a little scar under her right eye that extended to her nostril. Her light gray nightgown was hanging just below her knees,the frills covering the nightgown made the elbow sleeves extend a little longer almost touching her wrist and her fuzzy socks with little clouds on them reached around mid-calf. She had a sleep mask resting on her forehead and small eye bags were rather dark. In all she was rather pretty.

"What's in the box Pa? Daddy? What's it for, it's not my birthday?" The girl scratched her head thinking hard about what it could have been. A deep hearty chuckle came out of the brunette man as he watched the girl being confused.

"It's to celebrate your first year in middle school dear, you're finally in sixth grade and tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of when we adopted you!" Jayden chuckled well bopping the young woman's nose. The short girl laughed and took the box out of her fathers hands and took the lid of gasping. She pulled out the doll in shock and amazement at just how pretty she was. Her dark hand picked up the scissors and started opening the dolls box, gently pulling Clara out still smiling.

"She's so pretty thank you Daddy! Thank you Pa!" Her high pitched squeaky voice exclaimed as she ran back to her room hugging the doll. Shutting the door behind her she set Clara down on the floor by her shoes. Tori sat down on her bed admiring the ginger doll in awe. The girl yawned and laid under her grey covers turning on a music box and going to bed. Once the girl was asleep Clara creaked alive moving around in doll form. She was taking slow tiny steps as her porcelain body ached and groaned from the way it was moving. Clara listened to the music box and explored the girls room, It was Blue with a bunch of dolls lining the floor. She had art hung up on the wall, her bed was a twin size bed with dark blue sheets, gray covers and big blue quilt on top. Clara wondered how she wasn't sweating under all those blankets with this kind of heat.