It was a dark, wet night with trash spread all over
the ground. A house down the street that was brown and green was all wet
from the rain. The abandoned street was quiet in rain. No kids playing,
cars nowhere to be seen. A little girl was watching YouTube. She was
watching a song. The name of the song was “Dollhouse,” and here was a
doll singing the song. The little girl was named Izzy. Her dad didn't
come home that much; he had other work to do.
The doll was all white, and her hair and was parted with pink and black.
She had on a pink and black dress, she had pink cheeks, and her eyes
were blended with black and pink. The doll's name was Melanie, and every
little girl loved her. She had toys of her and so much more. Izzy saw
her mom coming in.
“Mom, Mom, you're here, you're here. Look, Mom, look!!” Izzy said.
“What is it sweetie? What do you want me the look at?” said Mom
“Do you see it? Do you?!” Izzy said.
Her mom looked at the phone which Izzy was holding. An expression lit up
her mom. Mom was looking at the doll singing the song, and Izzy singing
it with her. “Hey, girl, open the wall, play with your doll, we’ll be a
perfect family. When you walk away is when we really play.” Mom walked
away like nothing just happened.
The next day, Izzy and her mother were walking in the mall. There was a
store in the mall that said Melanie. Izzy ran into the store, and her
mom followed right behind her. The little girl's face lit up brighter
than a million stars in the sky.
“Look, look do you see it? It's Melanie. Can I get her? Can I?!” said
“Look, I don't know if I should buy you it. I mean, does it look creepy
to you?” said Mom.
“What? Why not? It's not creepy. She is soooo pretty, like a shooting
star, because…she is!!” said Izzy.
“Well, I guess…OK, OK…you can get her, just her, just Melanie” said
Izzy's face lit up like her dad’s did when he saw kids live their
dreams. Izzy grabbed Melanie. “She is soooooooooo pretty!!! OMG, thank
you, Mom!” said Izzy.
“But I didn't pay for it yet,” said Izzy's mom.
“OK...OK...Fine! Fine!!!!!!” said Izzy.
Izzy and her mom walked to the cashier. Izzy was so happy that she got
Melanie. Izzy looked at her mom. Izzy's mom looked at her. She said,
“You better hope that it's not too much.” Izzy and her mom waited a long
time in the line so they could buy the doll and leave the mall. It was
2:30. Mom looked at Izzy. Izzy's face said, “Nooo, I don’t want to leave
“Next in line …” said one of the cashiers.
“Finally!” gasped Izzy's mom loud.
“Mom, we’re next. Come on!” said Izzy.
“Hello there, I'm Donna. What do you want today?” asked Donna.
“Well, I want Melanie. She is sooooooo pretty, right?”
“OK, OK, OK, well, we don’t know if we are going to buy it,” said Izzy's
Melanie cost $11.23, so Izzy's mom got the doll, and then they went
* * * * * * * * * *
Twelve years later, Izzy was in high school, and Melanie was under
Izzy's bed. One night, Melanie got up from the bed and looked at the
time. It was 1:22.
“When is the night going to be over?” wondered Melanie. Melanie started
to remember the good times, when Izzy was so happy that she finally had
the doll in her arms. Melanie was so happy that Izzy had her in her arms
as a baby. Melanie walked onto the bed and grabbed Izzy's phone and went
on YouTube and searched up “Dollhouse.”
She was singing along with herself in the video. Melanie was looking for
her dollhouse, which used to be on the dresser, but it was not there.
Melanie looked outside in the rain. The dollhouse was in the trash, like
an old shoe box, all wet and old. Melanie had a feeling in her like
water coming out of her; then she knew what it was. She was crying. She
fell on the floor in sadness, and her song came up, one of her other
songs, “Cry Baby.” “They call me cry baby, cry baby, but I don’t really.
Cry baby, cry baby.” Melanie was crying more than ever. Melanie was not
looking where she was walking and fell off the bed and into the trash.
In the morning, Izzy didn’t see she was in the trash and took the trash
out. Melanie was looking up at Izzy when she was putting the bag of
trash out onto the curb. Izzy went inside. She was looking for
“Mom! Mom! Mom!” said Izzy.
“What? What is it?” said Mom.
“I can't find Melanie!! Mom, help!” said Izzy.
Melanie saw through the window that Izzy was looking for her. Melanie
was trying to get noticed, but she couldn't. The trash truck was coming,
and soon Melanie was in the truck. Her cheeks were black from her
makeup. Melanie froze for a half an hour, all the way to the dump where
other toys came over the years.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Hey you, girl, what's your name?” said another toy.
Melanie looked at the toy. She couldn't say anything; she had no voice.
“Ohhhh,I see you're a toy that can't talk. Well then, do you have an
owner?“ asked the other toy.
Melanie looked at herself in a broken glass. She had black all over her,
and her face was broken. She felt like a monster. Her dress was old and
ripped up, and her shoes had been gone for a long time.
“Hey, don’t be so down, you look pretty!“ said the other toy.
Although she was all messed up, Melanie felt a spark in herself. She had
only been gone for four months. She knew Izzy was still crying; Izzy
needed her back. But Melanie didn't give up. She started to walk. The
other toy looked at her, and then the other toy started to walk with
her. But the weather was looking not so good. Then it started to rain
all over the place. Melanie and the other toy got washed away with the
rain, and they both started to scream.
“We’re going to die!!” said the other toy.
Melanie was looking at the other toy. In her head, she was like,
“Really?” Then the water stopped. They looked at each other and started
to walk again. Two hours later, they found Izzy's house. They made it
“For the first time in forever!” said the other toy.
Melanie really didn't want to hear the song from Frozen. She
looked at the window, and she saw Izzy, who was crying. Melanie saw that
Izzy did like her this whole time. Melanie found a way inside the house.
Izzy saw Melanie. Izzy ran to Melanie, who grabbed her so tight she felt
like she was going to explode. Izzy started to cry in joy.
After that day, Izzy took good care of Melanie, and after that day,
Melanie never ran away again, so Melanie felt like she was loved all