The Living dream

chapter Seven

Clara listened as a voice started to talk. It was scratchy, matured, weak and it was very clearly an older person talking. She took in every word he said about this Ava child. Was this Ava her new owner? Clara was happy to know the name of her new child. The way the elderly man spoke of her made her sound like an angel, so Clara assumed she was going to be exactly like Emily, it was her hope that Ava would take care of her. The truck came to a stop and the old man opened the truck door grabbing the box and walked out of the truck. The little house was a light yellow made of stone and a light grey roof. The windows were tiny in the front and rather large on the sides of the house. It had a tiny stone path leading to the door of the house. He walked to the door opening it.

"AVA IM HERE AND I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING.!" The old scratchy voice yelled as loud as it possibly could to get the girls attention. The sound of feet sprinting against the hardwood floors echoed through the decent sized house. A girl with light chocolate hair and icy gray eyes had a smile on her face but the evil glare in her eyes said differently.

"Yes Grandpa?"

The white haired man handed the box to Ava, smiling brightly. The little girl greedily took the box with an angelic smile but an evil glint in her eyes once again. She tore open the boxes flaps like a kid on Christmas. She pulled out the doll looking it up and down, she pulled on the black dress and smiled at her grandfather.

"Thank you grandpa!" she sweetly said.

The man's smile spread knowing the little girl liked what he got her.He walked down the lanky hallway down the left hall side leaving the Ava girl and Clara alone. Ava ran back to the room behind her, pale green walls and grey curtains. Smirking evilly at the doll, Ava placed the doll on the ground staring intently at Clara. Ava went to bed pulling the green monster blanket over her and rolling over.

Clara liked the new girl. She was pretty but she wasn't her Emily but she was interesting to say the least. When Ava woke up she threw the blankets off of her and turned, throwing her legs off her bed and looked at Clara and kicked the doll causing the face to break a little. The girl laughed well grabbing a loose curl and yanking it out. Ava laughed again smiling as she skipped out of her room. Clara was in pain, she hurt. Emily never hurt her, why did Ava hurt her. Clara wanted to cry but she couldn't not right now at least. Clara heard the front door close and a new voice entered the house. It was a female and younger in age. She had a high pitch voice that was soothing to hear. Clara was going to get to know Ava so she could make sure she would become her Emily.