Chapter 1
Volunteer work sucks. But- At least I get stuff out of it. Today I was working at the Hip Walter Volunteer Centre. It's a place where you clean the floor for old ladies. After 3 antagonizing sessions of "Hi, how are you", I finally got to clean the floor. My "Instructor" Taught me a mantra. Sweep, bucket, drain. Yeah- It's the most creative. After the floor sparkled like a diamond, I looked up to the grandma. "Is this good?" I panted.
"Eh. Could be better," She frowned at me. "But your effort... You deserve a prize."
"Yay?" I said, not sure how to react.
Sometimes, I got good stuff, like candies. But other times (Most of the time) I get creepy things like gnomes, dolls, and the such. Today... Well, I got the latter.
When I as at my house, I looked over the doll again. It was red haired, with a sarcastic look on its face, as if it were saying "Shut up" or something. Then something happened. The doll suddenly grew super heavy, like it was a real person. I dropped it on my bed and cursed. "Ouch! What was that!"
Then it started growing, like somebody put it on photoshop and used the expand tool. I instinctively stepped back, afraid this was magic or something. "Okay, take this slowly," I thought. "If it attacks you, whack it with..."
I slowly turned around the room to take inventory. There was a laptop, a spoon, and a pudding cup. I chose the spoon.
"If it attacks you, whack it with a spoon." I growled.
"That sounds so lame." I groaned.
"Eh, not that bad." An unfamiliar voice came from behind me.
I whipped around, holding the spoon in front of me. I scrunched up my eyes, preparing for the worst. "Um... Miss... Are you okay?" The voice said.
I creaked open one eye. "Don't move or I'll whack you!" I growled.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "If you're trying to be intimidating, it's not working." He chuckled.
I stepped back slowly, then ran. "Mom! There's a living- Alive doll... Person in my room!"
She looked up from the TV show she was watching, Best Dolls of the Century. "Jess, I'm done with your pranks. Go play with your friendship bracelets or something. Can't you see that I'm busy?" She said, her back to me.
Obviously, my mom would not be persuaded, so I tried the second choice.
