Elissa's POV;
I propped up the large doll in a chair. When I was about 5 my grandma taught me how to do a french braid. The doll had long hair like me, so I put it in a french braid. In my mind I thought "your name is Elissa Junior." I smiled to myself with the name and whispered to Elissa Junior "I'll be right back." I went downstairs to get a quick snack and once I was done i went upstairs. "Where is she?" I didn't see the doll where I left her, right on that chair. I looked through my large closet and finally found her. Her hair was messy and it looked like she had red marker on her arm. I called my mom up to my room.
Janes POV;
"Mommy!" I hear Elissa yell and go upstairs. She is holding her new Just Like Me doll and the doll has red stains on her arm. "You already messed up your doll?" I groaned. "No mommy, it wasn't me! I went downstairs and I left her on this chair. Then when I came upstairs she was in the closet and when I took her out she had red marker or something on her arm." I quietly chuckled to myself "It's just a doll, it can't move. Stop being silly, now go wash out those red stains that you put on her." As i left the room i heard Elissa cry out, she was begging me to come back so she could convince me she hadn't moved the doll. Again, it's just a doll.
