The Doll

chapter 1

I love stuffed animals. I have millions of them in my room. My floor is littered with them. I have stuffed bears,bunny's,tiger's,turtles and more. I used to love Winnie-the-Pooh when I was little, so I probably have that somewhere. My gaze sweeps across my room. "Well Skylar, mom is for sure, making you clean this up." I say to myself. I get really lonely (since I am the only child) and I talk to myself when I'm bored or... Well need someone to talk to. I'm sure everyone does it sometime. I may seem childish, having thousands of stuffys but to let you know, I am fourteen. "Skylar," my mom yells, "your room better be clean before tutor comes." Uh - oh. "When is he coming again?" I yell back. "1:30." I have no time. He is probably right outside the door. I pick up a bear and bunny and chuck them into my closet. I do the same to... oh look! There is Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger. I chuckle. I set them carefully on my bed, and throw the other stuffed animals across the room. The doorbell rings. I stop. " I'm going to be killed." I place my hands on my head and grabbed my brown hair. "Come in Tyler." I hear mom say. I bang my head on the wall three times. "Skylar, come to the door please." I nervously walk out my door and down the hallway. I turn a left to the door. In front of me is a teenager with neat hair and a hoodie with ripped jeans. "Hi Tyler." I say. "Sup." He responds. "Well," mom says, "go learn something." Me and Tyler walk to my room and sit on my bed. "Okay, let's get this started. What is 2+2?"Tyler says. I laugh. "Window." I say. "Very funny,I knew you'd say that." He chuckles. He looks around sixteen I'd say. "What's the square root of five?" Tyler says. "Pfft, easy!" I sarcastically say. I had no clue. My mind was blank. I stare at my stuffed animals, trying to figure it out. Tyler laughs. I feel my cheeks flush. I smile weirdly. "I don't even know too!" He says. We both laugh hysterically.

Once Tyler leaves, mom tells me to clean up my room again, since throwing them across the room wasn't a good way of cleaning. I place my stuffys on my window sill, it kind of looks like in coraline, her window sill, how it's all big and you can actually sit on it without falling off. Except mine has a little cushion underneath, so you can actually sleep on it. I placed my stuffed animals there, but of course, I have millions of stuffed animals that can't fit. "Your going to have to sell them." Mom said after I told her. "No! They're my pride and joy! I've had them since I was three!" I show three with my fingers. "I know hun, but, you have hundreds of them." She puts her hands on my shoulders. "Actually thousands." I mutter. "Go pick the ones you don't like okay?" I look to the ground once mom says it. "Okay?" Mom says more with more power in her voice. She lifts up my head with her finger, making me look in her big brown eyes. "Okay."

I look around my room. "This will be impossible." I whisper to myself. I love every one of my stuffed animals. I bend to pick up a stuffed puppy, but then my phone rings with a text from my friend. I drop the puppy and walk over to my bed, where my phone is sitting. The battery is almost dead.

Hi, want to go grab a smoothie Friday?

The text was from my friend, Victoria.

Sure:)
I reply.

Meet me at Veronics smoothie shop. ;)

We had our own shops, not that they were actually ours, we just do that so we know where to go. Veronica  thought of it, which, in my opinion, is awesome. Skylar smoothie shop is actually Smoothie Riva, and Veronica  smoothie shop is Tropical Smoothie. My phone died. "Nooo!" I whisper-scream.