A little child you may see everyday, she sits in the corner of the classroom, never raises her hand, and only talks if she must. She never talks when she has to work with other people, only does her work. She may have a friend or two, but even so you never see her eyes. People pass by her and forget her existence. That child seems to live in her own world, not caring about this one, just pushing through. 

You'll see her staring out the window, maybe drawing in her notebook, or writing down a story. You'll see her smile to her self and mouth silent words lost to this world. Other times you'll see her try to hide and slip away.

This girl made her own world. It's dark and it's lonely. Her world is called the Dollhouse. It hold her fear, her insanity, and her pain. It's a place where you can't survive, but she thrives. She is the ruler of Dollhouse, and she doesn't let anyone in. 

If you knock at the gates, and the door opens, consider yourself lucky. She's watching you as you wander aimlessly through her Dollhouse, you wont ever see her, but she sits in her thrown, surrounded by her own insanity. She's observing your reactions, your moves. But she's playing you, for you are her pawn. 

Can you win in this game?
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HI! So that above is just something i wrote a while ago in class, and it's one of my favorite written pieces. I don't know what to say but i like to write and i update pretty regularly.