June 6, 2015
Next afternoon, I tell Ian he needs to bike to the grocery store and buy some milk. We do need milk but but I'm just telling him that so I can sneak to the ghost town alone. I go outside to get my bike when I bump into Dolly. "Well hello there girlie," says a voice I've come to despise. "You better be on your way to making me a...body." "Yeah. I am," I reply. "No need to try acting extra...creepy," I mimick her voice. She sighs (don't ask me how dolls sigh I'm still trying to figure that out myself) and starts climbing into my bike basket. "Giddy up Slave!" she shouts. I roll my eyes but start biking to the ghost town.
"So what kind of body do you want?" I ask Dolly once I've kneaded the clay for a while. "She must have curly hair, large eyes and thin body," she states. "And she should be wearing a plain dress with puffed sleeves." "OK then," I reply. Puffed sleeves? I think. This just gets weirder every minute.
After about three hours of endless work and nonstop ghostly annoyance, the girl is finished. She's quite pretty if I do say so myself. "PERFECT!" shrieks Dolly, then calming herself she adds "It's acceptable." "You're welcome'" I sigh.
I get back home in time for dinner and I find Ian glaring at me through the kitchen window. "You went to the ghost town didn't you?" Ian asks. "No, I went to the stream." I show him my hands, still full of clay. "Mhmm" he doesn't look convinced. "I totally believe you. The store was sold out of milk by the way. Which means I biked all the way to town for nothing." "Srry," I mumble. "Well there's food on the counter if you're hungry and my mom said we're going to the lake early tommorow so don't stay up too late." Little did he know I would be staying up all night and waking up super late. That is, if I survive tonight.
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The Misery
RandomShe was miserable. Her parents had abandoned her. She sat in the middle of the dusty road and wept.
