Barbies...

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Everything became, the same. Even though it started to feel weird not being very small. But we all did a group hug, and Clara pointed to the Barbie. "What we going to do with that?" She asked, we could hear her voice getting shaky. "Throw it away!" Gabe suggested, I decided to take it into my room. Dad bursted through the door, and when he saw Clara, he smiled. "I knew that voice from anywhere!" And he hugged her so tight. And mom came and hugged me a little, but hugged her more. Mom noticed dirt on my face, or a burnt mark, but looked like dirt since it was so small. "What happened?" She asked, and I smirked for once. "You have no idea."

I sliced up the barbies head, I sliced the Barbie too pieces that night, and threw it all out. It was done, but that night. I can't tell if it was a dream or not, but I heard her say. "Night Kale." And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.