The wind howled in the air. The rooftops were painted white in glistening snow. The smell of burning wood could be smelt from a distance. The young girl, Alma, skipped through the pale white snow. Wrapped up warm, her bright green eyes glistened. All of a sudden, Alma wrote her name on the chalkboard. As quick as a flash, a doll popped up. She was mesmerized. Alma thought to herself, “What has happened?” “How did it happen?”Heart thumping, the thing moved. Seconds later she was looking for the thing. Should I go and investigate?
The door creaked open as Alma walked in. As she walked in, she spotted thousands of dolls lying on the shelves. Heart pounding, she stared around. Inside the shop, she couldn’t see anything. It was almost pitch black. All she could smell was the dust coming from the old toys. When she took a few steps forward,a tricycle creaked. She picked it up then threw it away. It tried to get out but it flopped. By the black door, the toy lay there. Slowly, she strolled to the look a like clone. She closed her eyes, should she take it?
She turned around and the doll was gone. “Where did the doll go?” she said in amazement. Once she saw the doll on the shelf, she jumped and hung on the on the shelves. She dangled up in mid-air trying to get the doll. Once she touched the doll, she zoomed into the doll’s mind. She was a doll!
From where she stood, she could hear silence. Nothing made a peep. All there was a doll whose eyes were making a creaking sound. Her body had stiff bones. Nothing could move. Not even her hand could move.
Confused about what was happening, she heard a squeaking noise. Out of the blue, a doll appeared in the shop window, exactly the same place where Alma had first spotted her look alike. The doll had a real dress and red hair. Would the red-haired girl in the street turn into a doll?