Sally (Book 1)

Sally (Book 1)

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"Don't cry. We still have each other." Angela looked around her then froze and looked down to see her doll Sally smiling at her. Angela was shocked. "You talk ?" She smiled. "Of course I do. I was sent from the heavens to be your best friend. And nothing can tear us apart." Angela smiled and wiped her eyes off. She hugged Sally tightly. "It's just you and me........" ******** Angela is a lonely girl who just wants to have friends and be normal. But one day, her dad buys her a doll for her 13th birthday. That's when things started getting weird..... Find out by reading! *Remember that this is JUST A ROUGHDRAFT!!! We will edit it when we have time!* Highest ranking #1 in horror! (2/27/16) Selected by "The Boy" Cover made by @neuroticessence Copyright© daishacristina21 2014
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[Highest Rank; #3 in Humor 3/27/17] --- I was unable to keep myself from blushing. "I'm not his girlfriend." "Yet." Ryder and Benjamin said simultaneously. "Oh, so the conceitedness runs in the family?" I asked with a roll of my eyes. "I'm afraid so. Now, tell me more about yourself." "Well, I like playing soccer a lot. And if I were to choose between my books and human beings, then I choose books. Also, I think your brother is annoying and has too big of an ego. But wanna know something?" He nodded. I stopped the car at the traffic light and turned back to him. Leaning into his ear, I whispered loud enough for Ryder to hear, "I think I like him." --- The art of breaking hearts is an inscrutable, prepossessing, abstract art. Never ever will you go through with breaking someone's heart without having your own broken. And it would be very eccentric if one did not go through the process of having their own heart shattered into millions of pieces when trying to do the same to another. Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. --- [extended description inside] Copyright ©2016 sadreadingchick All rights reserved.

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