"How, much is she?" I pointed at the doll and I asked the lady at the counter.
She had two different colored eyes one brown the other blue.She had dark flowing hair, and long hoop earrings.
"She's not for sale." The lady said.
"But she has to be, I have to have. I'll pay anything!!" I screamed.
"No, you do not know what this doll is she very b..."
"Fine whatever."
I walked out the stupid store into the street were my sister was waiting.
As we started walking home I thought of how rude I was to the poor old women.
I just felt attached to that doll. As if she was calling out for me.
Well it's March, so i'll probably get something better on my birthday.
April 23.
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Cry's From The Dolls
TerrorAlexa is an outsider.No friends.No family except her Grandmother Agi who is no use to her since she's been in a coma for nearly a year. That all changed when she bought a sweet little doll named Maralyn.
