Doll

When I was five years old, my favorite toy was this doll with red hair. It was so fun to play with. I brought it everywhere with me to school, on walks, and the library. I never left it home without it. 

When I was eight, we moved to Texas. The entire time I loved my doll. It was one of the only things that made me happy. In Texas, I dropped it and lost it. When I got home, I cried for hours. My parents tried to lie and buy me a new one, but I saw it did not have my name. I felt like I didn’t like this. I took this imposter and threw it out of the window. I looked to see if the doll broke, but when it fell someone tossed a pillow under it so it would not break. I looked for someone trying to get the pillow back, but there was no one there.  Eventually, a little girl came and took the doll and pillow. I never saw her again. When I looked down, I saw a doll and I saw the doll had writing on it. I ran down, looked at it, and it said my name. I was so happy to see my doll. I instantly ran inside and told my parents about how I found my favorite toy. Instantly, I ran up to play with it because why not? It was as good as I remembered. I thought the girl left this to replace the one I dropped to get rid of. If so, that is very kind of her. I didn't even want that one. I got what I wanted for something I did not want at all. That is very nice.  I hope this happens all the time, so I am happy. I need to make sure not to drop it.

 I was ten when I moved to Washington. I did not care at all because I had my doll. I even play with it in my sleep. Sometimes if I am mad it will cheer me up. I felt like I could do everything with it. When I went to school everyone bullied me, so I did not have friends. I even ate my lunch in the library so I do not get teased all the time. That did not help; they still found me. I still did not give up on loving my doll. It was the thing that protected me from everyone else. Then I thought it was time to stand up for myself. I started to pull pranks on them. I would put a fake spider on them. When someone saw the spider, it would scare everyone. I hoped that would teach them a lesson, but it made them more mad at me. One day a bat got into school. I thought I would deal with it  so they would think I was cool. Even if they still hated me, they did not show it which was nice. No one to pick on me. I could even eat in the cafetera without problems. I was happy. I felt like I conquered fifth grade. 

When I was 15 we moved again to California. By then I had forgotten about my doll. I just tossed it randomly, not caring so it did not get unpacked at all. When I went to college I could only bring one toy there so I bought a pink stuffed animal with me. I had something  because the people who do not have one get bullied. I did not want to go through that again. I made sure I brought it with me when I went to class. I was not famous but people knew my name which was pretty good. I did always feel bad for the people who got teased a lot. One day I tried to stand up for someone. It was a failure. 

They just pushed me away and said “Go to class. We have something to talk about with her ". 

But I always knew what they were doing. They were trying to bully a kid into doing something for them. One day they tried to get rid of me, but I did not move at all. I stood my ground. 

I said, “Stop messing with them. It is not funny. No one thinks it is funny. Ask any one and they will not agree with you. Even your friends are scared of you! They are trying to be nice to you. I am not scared at all, so stop messing with people. Be a nice person for once in your life. Or are you too dumb to use your brain? That is probably the answer. We should hold a vote, but I do not know if you can participate because you are too dumb to use a pencil. If you cannot use your brain cells at all. Now if you are friends with her this is your chance to tell her the truth.”

There was no response, only silence.

So I continued, “Oh I see how it is your friends have all left you. That's why they did not say anything because they are not your friends. They are first to be your friend because they do not want to be bullied. Think about what I said, and change your ways so you have friends and are not just lonely by yourself crying because you are friendless.  Be a good person and you will not have to make fun of people to be cool, that is the opposite of cool.” 

When I got home I got rid of all my trash which included my doll in it. 

When my mom found out about me trying to get rid of my doll she came to me saying "Are you sure you are getting rid of your doll?”

 I looked at her and said, “Yes I am. I do not want it at all, because I can stand up on my own without a doll.”