The Shabby barbie

VIII

           Unedited and spellcheck also not done! So beware :P 

   What should I do ? Where should I go? How should I react ? Who should I confide? When will I ever taste the word 'happiness' in my life? 

                 Thousands of questions pondered into my mind. I decided to go home before I do something worse. I know I would never ever do 'such' things in my life. I won't stand half naked in front of anyone. Yes, I'm that old folk who doesn't wear clothes that expose my thighs and my tops are all long ones. So can such a girl pose for 'such' a photo. Maybe but I WON'T ! 

NEVER! 

I had been wakling all the way from college to home and I wasn't tired. I got into my home and shut the door behind myself. I sighed. People had been passing strange looks at me. They're like -I-am-not-sure-but-I've-seen-this girl-somewhere. 

Who haven't? 

What comes on internet spreads faster than fire. Remember the oscar selfie? It went viral that twitter crashed for about 20 minutes. How do I know this? Well, I'm neither a tech crazy nor a girl who reads newspaper everyday, my eyes just tour the main headlines.  

                I quickly crawled onto the bed for I had a terrible desire to sleep. My body and mind seemed like I hadn't slept since ages. Sleeping doesn't mean I'm least bothered about the matter or I'm relaxing, it's different. Sleeping allows me to think, to calm myself and search for the perfect solution. I don't know how it works but it really works, maybe the procedure is quite complicated to explain.

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 "Fuchsia and Pink, sweeties, come to me. " Our mom sweetly called us. 

Pink and I ran to her leaving our toys on the floor. 

"Mom, why did you call us?" Pink asked.

"Fuchsia, I've a surprise for you both." She showed the pancakes. "Don't you girls want them?" 

"Mom, Fuchsia is here." I giggled sticking my tongue out. Our mom always gets confused between us. In fact everyone gets confused except the grey eyed boy who lives next door. 

Pink was a little mad at mom because she called her Fuchsia. 

"Oops! I'm sorry Pink." She gave Pink a kiss on her forehead. 

All of a sudden somebody pulled us into a group hug from behind.

"Daad, you're sqeezing me like a lemon." I giggled.

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Beep-Beep

My Alarm rang. I got up and sat up on the bed, leaning againt the head board. Was that a dream? But..But it felt so real. Tears ran down my eyes as memories of such lovely moments flashed before my eyes. I stare for that happines, love, care and warmth I got from the hug. Is it bad ? Never. Though I pretend to be a girl who doesn't love her dad, it's not true. I really love him and I do miss him. I scanned the walls. There were a couple of frames, I looked at them, mezmerizing each one of them. My eyes suddenly stopped on one in which I and Pink wore a blue satin dress. That was the last birthday we celebrated together. But that wasn't the reason why I was interested in this one. I couldn't distinguish between us. We were so alike. 

Yes, That's it! She'd inboxed me she was coming to Canada. I felt relief spreading over my trembling body. At least 'I' know that I'm not the one in the picture. Wait a minute, I need to confirm that. 

After 12 long years, I'm going to see my twin sister and dad. She'd sent me the address so it wasn't a big deal to find the house unless I've a car.