Happy Mini Doll Monday!
~Told in the POV of Emma~
I nervously stepped forward into the warm, happy, festive room Emelie set me down in. I glanced helplessly and longingly at her. I didn’t want her to leave! She loved me so much, and I loved her too! I felt so safe with her. But now I was in a new place with all these other girls whom I didn’t know. I felt so out of place and shy, like I didn’t belong here.
It was all I could do to fight back my tears, though I could tell I looked like I was about to cry.
The girls were playing with some of their Christmas gifts before they turned to me. I felt my cheeks turn red, and I wanted to shrink back into the wall. I blinked back fresh tears, wanting more than anything to be with my loving new owner.
The friendly girl stuck out her hand for a shake, and told me, “My name is Jocelyn. What’s yours?”
She held out a beautiful string of pearl beads, with a pretty red one in the center which matched my cherry blossom dress.
“No!” I cried, louder and more fierce than I meant to.
I snatched my necklace out of her hands. Jocelyn’s face looked a little taken back, and I could feel more tears coming. I blinked them back again. “I mean – I, uh, this necklace is very special to me. I’d prefer to keep it on,” I mumbled to her. I hoped she could understand me through my choking voice and British accent, but she seemed to, for she just nodded her head sweetly.
“Okay, I’m sorry. You can try the necklace on later,” Jocelyn offered.
So she sat down and the other dolls introduced themselves. They asked me questions about where I was from, but I really did not want to talk about that. “Out of state,” I murmered. I kept my answers short and simple, sometimes just nodding or shaking my head.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like these nice girls, who were doing their best to make me feel welcome, but I was scared to be in such a new place. I didn’t know would happen to me here – what if my new owner, Emelie, didn’t like me anymore and sent me back to the AG Mini Doll Orphanage? That was one of my worst fears.
Soon, the girls began to grow tired of my short answers, and Jocelyn cleared her throat and spoke up, “Jessa, why don’t you show Emma to our room? I am sure she is very tired from her journey from… out of state.”
“I apologize for how messy it is,” Jessa told me, smiling. “We did not know exactly when you were be arriving and could never decide on when to spiffy it up.”
I did not say anything, just looked about me nervously.
“Do you have any suitcases or anything?” She asked. I shook my head.
“Oh, well, that’s okay. Madison, the human-” At the mention of the word human, I must have shown some amount of horror in my eyes, for Jessa quickly reassured, “She is very nice. Anways, she will sew some clothes for you right away. I think she’s already started.”
I noded my head but didn’t respond.
“Thank you,” I murmered quietly again.
“No,” I refused, grasping my special necklace in my head and bringing it close to me.
“Okay. Um, we’ll be in here in a little while.”
I said I wasn’t cold, but Jessa knew better by the fact I slept with my socks and shoes on, and curled up into a shy little ball.
Will I feel at home in this strange place?
To be continued…