Amy Johnson has always wanted a doll like no other. She wanted one which was ancient or close to it. She wanted ones like her mother or grandmother had when they were little. Oh how she envied them.
Amy picked up one of her Barbie dolls and looked at it with it's cherry red lips. "I'll just have to deal with you for now." Amy said, frowning.
The doorbell rang and Amy raced down the stairs to be greeted by her grandmother. The frail old woman held a box with a pink ribbon. Amy's face lit up as her grandmother handed her the box which held a surprise inside. "I was cleaning up and found this just for you." The woman said with a smile plastered across her lips. So many thoughts raced through Amy's head. What if this was another one of those Barbie dolls? Or much, much worse?
Amy ripped the wrapping off and opened the lid to see a small African American girl doll with curly black hair. "Well, what's her name?" Amy's mother asked. Amy tapped her chin for a moment then a thought came to mind.
"Sarah."
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Hi, I'm Sarah
HorrorNOTE: I am not the original author of this book. All rights go to gdodd1013. I just thought I make a remake of her story in my own words. CC: NGBwriter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hi, I'm Sarah. Wanna play?" The doll spoke. Amy nodded an...
