The Doll Collector

(Chapter 1.)

> __ < This is my first story on Wattpad so I'm a big noobie here. If you can fan or comment on this book, I'll be thankful for your support. Btw, if you can send a message on the basic things I need to know on Wattpad, you'll be saving me ..

Enough talking, let's get on the story .. :D

- - - - (Chapter 1.)

You know the stories where looks can deceive you ?

How, when they crawl their way into you and the situations they put you in are unbearable ?

I think I'm a target for this hypocrite.

If someone reads this .. H E L P M E !

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Before I continue on from my cry of help, you all must know my name is Ayami  Fukudo. This story doesn't begin there, it begins in the beginning. When it all happened ..

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"Oh no ! I'm running out of time !" As I hurried along to school, time was only my enemy. Three more minutes before school starts, and if I'm late to Chic and Modeling University one more time, they'll kick me out.

I only have 30 seconds left and I'm so close to the door of my class. I pushed the front doors open and managed to curve corners to my class.

5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... Oh no ..

I come into class just in time, but everyone stood as they left for their next class. Mrs. Jona looked down in shame and gestured me to take the seat in front.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Jona. It's just that my mother was about to - !"

She sighed with her head down then looked up with her hands up to her mouth.

"Ayami, it's already 10 am. What does your clock say ?"

"It says 8 am."

"There, that's the problem. Your clock was wrong and you came to class late, again. I'm sorry, but you can no longer be here anymore."

"No please. I really want to be in this class, just give me one more chance."

"Ayami, I've given you twelve chances, what differences would this make ?"

Instantly, I knew I was defeated. I stood and left, knowing begging wouldn't do anything.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jona."

Without another word, I left class and went into the office to apply for another class. It wasn't expected that all the classes were filled. Designer class was the only one open, but that was the class I was kicked out of. 

My only choice was to find another college with classes that designs clothes, but it's very difficult in the city of New York City. I called up my friend, Jenny, the only friend who could help me in this situation I'm in.

"You got kicked out of designer classes again ?!"

"Yeah. Don't you know how difficult it is to worry about a mother who's in the hospital after falling off a cliff, and a father in jail for causing her loss of balance ?"

"No. But, you can always visit her after class."

"I know but, this morning, she barely survived. She may not make it within this month."

"I'm sorry to hear."

"Don't worry, it's the circle of life .."

"Yup .. Life's a b -"

Our waiter cut Jenny's words off and asked if we'd like more coffee. Both of us refused and continued our little chat.

"Well, I don't know any other colleges to get you in. But I'll try, alright ? I've got to go. Mark and I have a date."

"Alright, tell Mark I said hi."

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I wondered the streets, depressed and scared ...

How will I survive with the problems I have now ?

Just then, I bumped into a young, beautiful lady. Her hair was black. It glistened in the light and was lustrous. She wore peach colored lip gloss with an outfit like she was working in the office.

"Hello." Were her first words.

"S - Sorry." I stuttered. I compared my white baggy T - Shirt that said, "Bubbly", with splashes of multiple of colors at the bottom to hers, and my black jeans with heels.

I walked past her but she stopped me to admire my beauty.

"You have a beautiful face, you know that ? .. And I really love your sense of style. If you'd like, you could fit well in S.T.Y.P.E Academy. It's only open for college students, and I think you're perfect."

"Really ?! Y E S !"

"Great. Contact this number if you're really sure and we'll accept you. Don't worry about the tuition. Since I recommended you to come, it's taken care of."

"Oh my god .. Thank you !"

That was our first meeting. She left with a smile and walked off. I thought everything would've been perfect. But, if I could change time, I'd kill myself to prevent my legs from traveling there.