As a doll collector, I vowed to love my dolls equally and eternally. Ever since I was a child, I was always fascinated by dolls. At first, I could only look and envy those kids, but as the years went by, my family’s life prospered and my Mom was able to buy me my wants, not just my needs. I got a room full of dolls and I play with them everyday.
I turned 14 but I still played with them. It turned out that this hobby would get me into a mess. When I invited some of my classmates over to finish our report, they found out and the next day, I was the laughingstock of the campus. When I went home, I poured all my frustration over the dolls, I told them what happened, half-crying at the same time. I got sleepy and I said to them before I dozed off, “I just want my worries gone.” I felt movements and silent mutters around me but I took no notice.
The next day at the campus, as I walked, I saw some of the students scurry away when they saw me. I wondered why. I was the laughingstock of the school, why did I feel like something changed? I wondered if something terrible happened until I got to our classroom.
The room was silent and heavy air filled the room, I felt their stares pierce me and I quietly shuffled to my seat. I took my things out and to my surprise, one of my dolls was in my bag. I took it out and wondered. This was the doll my Mom brought home from Pennsylvania. It was a weird doll but it fascinated me, it was one of my favorites and I named it Margaret, after Lady Margaret Andover who was killed when she refused to marry a baron. I held it up and laughed, “Why are you here, Margaret? I don’t remember bringing you.” The bully in the class stood up, “See? She’s talking to the doll! She even gave it a name! She’s a freak! She told the doll to threaten all of us!” I butted in, “What do you mean threaten? My Margaret could never do that! She’s just a lovely doll, one of my favorites!” The class bully laughed nervously, “Just a doll? But what about last night? That doll, oh, the same doll, your Margaret, threatened me last night while I was sleeping. I woke up when I heard someone call my name and to my surprise, that doll was there! She told me that if I value my life, I need to be a good girl and follow you like a dog. That doll moved as well! She even pulled my hair and said the next time we make you cry, we’ll be dead!” The other classmates of mine stood up and joined in, “I experienced the same thing as well!” Another one said, “You’re a witch! Go to hell with your evil doll!” The others simply sat, I sensed they were scared of the doll and they didn’t want to be mean to me. Just a few minutes, one screamed, “The doll moved its head!” The class bully tripped herself and screamed madly, waving her hands in the air, like shooing someone off, “Leave me alone! Leave me alone! You evil doll!” She turned to me and said, “Your doll is killing me! She’s coming to get me! Aaaaaaaahhhhh,” and then she flumped on the floor. The others screamed as well and the teachers came, they saw the lifeless body of the class bully and they brought her to the hospital. Classes were suspended and while I was riding the car towards home, I hugged Margaret and smiled, I was happy that Margaret took my worry away, “Thank you, Margaret. That was great!” As I looked at Margaret, I saw her smile as well.
And from then onwards, no one ever dared to mess with me again. I lived happily with my dolls, with Margaret the most! Well, about the class bully? She died in my presence and she was never revived at the hospital, Margaret just wouldn’t allow it.
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