A Memorable Doll
Angela. Age 11. San Pablo, California

Although it was quite a hot day, it didn’t stop Aiden from going to the toy store. Aiden, the richest boy in town, was outside heading to the toy store. It was rather strange that he went in the opposite direction of the toy store and headed toward the doll maker. Some said his dolls were made of human skin and real human eyes, when really they were just porcelain dolls.

Aiden stepped inside the doll maker’s store where it smelled like cherries for some strange reason. “Have you made my doll?” Although Aiden stood there waiting impatiently, there was no response.

Instead, Aiden looked around the place: There were dolls on every shelf. The walls were made of dark red oak wood, the floor was a very light brown, almost as if it were chocolate milk. There were two windows in the front of the store. Dolls were displayed on small chairs. Ah, a tea party! How fantastic! There really was not much to look at until a door swung wide open.

“You never asked for such a thing,” the man exclaimed ever so lightly.

“I want my doll!” Aiden whined so much that almost the entire planet could hear, maybe even aliens.

“Fine, but… you may want to look around because I have no doll waiting for you, young man.”

“Alright,” Aiden replied.

Aiden went ‘doll hunting’ for the perfect doll. Although there were many gorgeous dolls, he wanted his to be perfect. A doll caught Aiden’s eyes. Although the doll might be fake and all, this one seemed very detailed. The doll looked as if it were a real child. The doll had blue hair, purple eyes, very pale skin. It almost could’ve been snow. Its outfit was what looked like purple overalls, fancy ones in fact. Black boots with turquoise bows on the side with chains on the side of every button. The doll was fascinating. Every detail was just so realistic; it was just like a real child.

“Do you like this one?” the doll maker said.

“It’s very lovely. I love it. Now give it to me!”

“It’s not an it. It’s Alexander,” said the doll maker.

“Is it Alexander the Great?”


A few hours later, the doll was finally Aiden’s. The doll was his to keep. They walked home rather quietly because, of course, Alexander was a doll.

Aiden grabbed some keys from under the mat and unlocked the door. They headed towards Aiden’s room up some stairs. When they got there, they could see a light blue wallpaper, a floor that was brown polished wood. His room had a pirate theme. For an eleven-year-old boy, it was quite strange.

“Alright Alexander, you stay seated while I get something to drink.” Aiden walked out of the room and headed down the stairs. All of a sudden, Alexander awoke and got up from where he had been placed. He was pleased that he hadn’t gotten dirty yet.

“Hmm, I’m shocked he hasn’t gotten a speck of mud on me,” Alexander thought.

“You look very real, sir,” another doll from a shelf said.

“Why thank you.” Alexander looked around the place before a door slammed right open.

“I am back, my dollies!” shouted Aiden. All the dolls stood there without a word, but Aiden looked very shocked. His dolls were alive for goodness sake! “AAAAAHHH!” Aiden jumped back, his eyes wide open. His eyes were full of fear and looked as if he was about to cry out for help.

“Not another word,” Alexander said. Aiden shut his mouth immediately. His eyes calmed down as he slid from the wall onto the floor. He put his hands behind his back as if to grab something. He felt something behind him reach up on his shoulder. Aiden froze like a statue, staying on pose. He turned around and ran, but his jacket got stuck on his coat hanger. He could no longer move.

“What do you want?” Aiden asked Alexander.

“You have too many dolls. You need to let us go, Aiden. You have to understand that one day you are going to grow up and abandon your dolls.”

“But you guys are my d-dolls,” Aiden whimpered. He sighed, trying to think of what he should do. Should he give his dolls to the poor, or should he give keep his dolls and forever be greedy?

“Aiden, just understand that you are getting too old for dolls,” said Alexander softly.

“This must be a dream, right?” Aiden looked down at Alexander, his eyes understanding that he was not dreaming. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, but then shut it. He nodded and got up to gather all his dolls. “I truly understand, I promise to be a better person,” said Aiden.

Alexander nodded and helped him gather his dolls. Alexander grabbed the lighter dolls because he was a doll, and so he couldn’t move as much as humans.

A few hours later, Aiden jolted up from his bed. He looked around. All his dolls were gone, but one. Alexander stood there on a chair with a note on his lap. Aiden went for the note and grabbed it.

Nice job, Aiden. Now all the kids have dolls to play with and enjoy. You have me now as a reminder of what you did.

Aiden smiled softly as he looked at the note. He knew he did the right thing, and now every child could be happy. Although all his 144 dolls were gone, he was glad he had changed into a better person, all thanks to Alexander. Although he thought it was a dream, he knew that it all happened then and there.

It was real life and he knew it.

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