Pulling the Strings

Schools out and done for

The blue hair, the lip ring, the bad attitude...all just an act...I'm Kaylie the rebel in school, that's what people think. The truth is I'm just a normal girl who loves to read and work hard, but now it's summer and I'm packing up my locker.
I walked past the glass showcase and saw the principal taking out an old typewriter and a book with a lock, "no need for this, trash them!" Mrs. Mather said. "I will take them..." I said grabbing the case and book, she smiled and waved me off.
"Night of the Living Dummy? Hmm," I walked home and set the things on my desk. I threw the book on my bed and set the typewriter on my desk, I went to my closet and changed into a black shirt and red joggers. I laid on my bed and looked at the book's lock, my hand went to my side desk and pulled a hair pin out.
I picked the lock and the book opened to the first page, I ended up reading to the 10th chapter then closed the book.
I set it on my nightstand and sighed, my eyes averted to the typewriter. I got up and sat at my desk, I put a piece of paper in the slot on the writer and played with my lip ring.
"What are you writing?" A voice asked behind me, I turned around to my nightstand. A dummy with sharp features and a devilish grin looked at me, freckles painted across his face. He seemed cute in a way, but different, "a talking puppet...that's new.." I said blinking a bit. "At least you didn't say dummy girl" he growled lowering his wooden eyebrows, "so blueberry, why did you let me out? I still need revenge on my papa." He said crossing his small legs, "oh I was just reading the book, I didn't know that it was a home of yours."
"I've possessed a new talent and I wanted to get out of that dusty old tree" he smirked disappearing at a shock of lighting, I looked around the now light room and saw a boy my age with chocolate brown hair and sexy sharp features on my bed. "I didn't properly introduce myself, I'm Slappy, but now I'm Sean" he smirked. I ruffled my blue hair and blushed a bit cause I thought he looked sexy, "now, what is your name blueberry?" He asked.
"Oh I'm Kaylie" I replied biting my lip a bit, "well Kaylie, would you like to help a murderer get used to his own skin?" He laughed at himself. "Your a murderer like, from the one in the book?" I asked, he smirked and walked up to my chair. He knelt down to my level and put a finger under my chin, "that book, is about me blueberry."