Happy Mini Doll Monday! Are you ready to learn more about Emma? Why her necklace is so special to her, if the other mini’s ever warm up to her, and if she ever sees Emelie soon? Well, stay tuned… ;)
~Told in the POV of Emma~
Today, breakfast was scrambled eggs – again. Not that I’m complaining. In the AG Mini Doll Orphanage, you learn to be very, very grateful for what you have. But eggs aren’t my favorite thing in the world – in fact, I rather dislike them – but everybody here LOVES them.
They excitedly reach for seconds – and give me a mighty big second helping of it, too. I graciously say thank you and eat it all to be polite, but I kindly decline when they offer thirds – if there’s that much.
“Phew! This blanket is big and heavy, isn’t it, Emma?” Molly-Anne told me as we folded the last part together. She was trying to start up a nice conversation – like always – but it didn’t work. I gave a curtesy smile and barely nodded my head. This blanket wasn’t big or heavy at all. Or perhaps I was just stronger – at the orphanage, I was on trash duty, and trash bags are heavy.
I sat down on the bed I was sleeping on until mine arrived, and dreaded more conversation, Nobody looked to be going anywhere, which usuallly happened after we ate. Molly-Ann and Jocelyn, who were best friends, would usually go off and play together, and Jessa would most likely sit and quietly read. She was somewhat quiet, like me, and not extraordinarily talkative like the rest. She usually let me alone, which was a relief.
But Celina was a mystery all in herself. I never knew where she went, or what she did, and I didn’t think she liked me very much at all.
“Hey Emma,” She spoke up all of the sudden. When she didn’t continue, I replied, “Yes?”
“It’s time you learned your way around. Follow me. It’s time for a tour.”
I would’ve politely declined, like always, and just kept to myself writing in a journal that had been given to me or letter back to my friend Penny, at the orphanage, but it looked like Celina wasn’t giving me a choice. I followed her.
Luckily for me, what she didn’t know, I had pretty great arm strength indeed. Celina huffed and puffed as she climped down the rope to one floor below.
“Okay,” I murmered, sliding effortlessly and gracefully down the rope and to the third floor. I saw Celina gawk at me form the corner of my eye. She crossed her arms and had a look of jealousy on her face.
In a blur, I thought I was going to die. My hair flew in my face and I got a yucky mouthful of it. Light bounced off my cross necklace and blinded my view – where was I going? Where was the flagpole? I’m going to fall! I’m going to die! I panicked.
All of the sudden, my fingertips touched something splitery and hard. I grasped hard around it, and realized I was safely hanging from the flag pole! I took a deep breath and pulled myself up. Celina’s jaw dropped at my effortless move. I front-flipped over.
Celina was glaring at me.”Well, hurry up! Let’s go!” She barked. I smoothed down my messy hair, reached in my ribbon sash for a hair elastic I always keep on me, and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Who knows what else we might encounter?
It wasn’t there.
“Over here we have the vast sea of pinkness, aka a big bedspread. If you ever want to have some fun – which, I doubt, you ever do – this is fun to roll around on.” She continued with the tour. Her rude words and not wanting to help me find my precious necklace stung, but I couldn’t focus on that. I opened my mouth to ask her if I could go look for it, but she had already moved on to the next thing.
Celina broke into a smirk. “Wouldn’t you love to know?” She answered my question with a question. “Why is your necklace to special to you, anyways, that you didn’t even want the necklace we made for you? Don’t you want anything we offer you?”
I felt hot tears well up, but I couldn’t focus on her smiting words. I had to find my necklace.
“My necklace,” I began, trying to control my voice and fight back tears, “was given to me by my best friend, Penny. She lived at the orphanage with me. Penny was a mini Elizabeth doll. She was so sweet and kind to everyone there, even when we weren’t sure any one would ever adopt us.” I smiled, remebering Penny’s kind words and sparkling, happy eyes. “She found this cross pendadnt thrown on ground on the backyard of the orphanage one day during free time. She found it, and said, ‘How could anyone throw away this beautiful cross?’ She asked around if anyone had lost it, but none of the girls had. She cleaned it up until it sparkled and shone like new. The next day, I was told I was being adopted!
I was so happy – but I was going to miss Penny. She strung the cross on a piece of string and tied it around my neck. ‘This is for you,’ She told me, holding my hand.”
I sniffed, not sure if I could continue. I swallowed the rising lump in my throat.
“‘Wear it always, so we can think of each other. I wish you good luck at your new home, Emma. I love you.'”
Celina looked down, as if she didn’t know what to say. Finally she looked up. “Then go find it!” She barked, turning away and putting her nose deep into her meet book.
“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head. It couldn’t be.
It had my necklace!
You see, I have had a fear of dogs ever since a wild stray escaped from the dog pound and made its way to the orphanage. It was big and scary and it barked so loud it hurt my ears. Penny coaxed me through it, and while I never encountered another dog, I said I was afraid of dogs.
And this one was getting closer… and closer… and closer!
“Celina! Help me!” I screamed. Was the dog going to attack? Lunge? Bite? Or even worse… eat my necklace? Or me?!
Look at this sweet little face! The puppy smiled at me. It’s eyes were like the mean dog – but I realized they weren’t mean, they were a little curious. Like the mean dog had been… it may have been a wild stray, but it was curious about the world but also frightened. I shouldn’t have beens cared when it barked about.
Well, it stayed un-melted long enough to have a love for animals birthed into it.
I read her name tag. Coconut. “What a good name,” I told her as I petted her soft, white, coconut-colored fur.
When Celina was done, Coconut and I grew so accustomed to each other, she let me ride her. I could even sorta understand what she was saying – just by looking into her sweet eyes and paying attention to her body language. Even the tone of her barks meant different things – playful and excited, annoyed, curious, or urgent, like it had been when she found my cross necklace, somehow knowing it was important to me!
The look of pure envy was written all over Celina’s face. “Why are you letting her ride you, Coco?” She asked the puppy, annoyed. “I’ve know you for much longer and yet you never let me ride very much!”
What can I do to ease the tension between us? Any ideas? Comment below with your suggestions. I’ll pick one, and do it. The next Mini Doll Monday, I will show you all what I did!