“Weirdo,” was the usual greeting for Sasha as she walked through the school corridors. All she wanted was for someone to call a best friend. But she was alone.
Luckily, Sasha found a way to have friends.
They travelled with her everywhere.
Until the school thug, Tony, decided that today he was going to be extra mean. Not content with kicking Sasha’s bag across the hall, he decided to empty it all over the corridor. Deafening laughter followed as Sasha’s dolls tumbled out for everyone to see. Red with rage, Sasha tried to ignore the laughter as she bent to pick up her dolls but not before Tony picked one up and pulled off the head, copied by Ryan and the rest of the gang until every doll was headless. Ryan threw a head at Sasha as the gang walked off, their laughter echoing in Sasha’s ears.
“I’m so sorry Michelle,” Sasha said softly to one of her dolls. “I’ll fix this.” She placed the dolls in her bag and left.
Once home, Sasha fixed up her dolls.
But the magic had gone.
The next day in school, the halls were peaceful. Tony wasn’t one to hunt without his pack but Sasha approached him.
“Fancy kicking my bag around today, decapitating my dolls?” She delved into her bag and pulled out a doll.
“This is my new doll . . . Ryan. He makes a fine doll don’t you think? While he’s like this, I can bring him back to life but if you do this,” she pulled off the head. Tony wretched, “he’s always going to be just a doll. Shame, for Ryan . . . and you.” She threw the head back in her bag with the rest of Tony’s gang, biding her time for their leader.