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[Abigail]

She closed her eyes, as crystal teardrops flew down in a waterfall against her cold cheeks. It was a doll's worst nightmare; yet she knew it was coming. They all did. And this time, Samantha and Nellie accompanied her. Samantha, standing like a frozen statue with her big, brown eyes wide, hated her. She had went to Archiving Classes with Mia, but the redhead held her at an icy distant, almost as icy as the skating rink Mia skated at, because of one single fact- the fact that Mia would never be back, and Samantha and her friend at least had a chance. Either girl was not mean; but like most girls their age, stubborn and clique-y. They would grow out of it soon enough. 
 "Ten...nine....eight...," the TV roared. Nellie closed her eyes, blocking out the pain of a ball falling from the sky, leading her into a doll's doom....called the Archives. "Seven....six.....five...." Samantha hand locked with Nellie's, and after a moment, Mia's, who she was not at all fond off. But all of that didn't matter, because all of the girls would be moving into the next chapter of their live once the ball dropped. 
"Four....Three....Two....One! Happy New Year!" the television rang. 
And then it happened.
Mia ran away crying. A girl who was usually her enemy, named Nicki, silenced the girl, and showed her how she felt one cold night a year ago.  
Sam and Nellie calmly walked back to their houses. They would finish up their Archiving classes and leave to the doom later.

And I was left. 
Mia might not of been lucky that night, looking back, but she was luckier now. More than I ever would. 
I was thought to be a success, but ended up like a success that never happened. I was called ugly and beautiful; nasty and sweet. It was the same every year. 
And no matter what, I was Chrissa, no matter if you thought I was a waste of money or ugly or adorable or what. And I couldn't change that. 
I couldn't, that is, in till I met Saige Copeland. 


Yes, this is on the AGFMB, but I'm continuing it here since I left.

[mandy]

All I could say is: WOW!!!!!!!!

[Abigail]

Chapter Two~ The Rumor

Flashing back to the end of the best year in a Chrissa doll's life, I remember that sick feeling as I went to my retirement classes, starting that first August night. Last year's conflict between the  redheaded girl who proceeded me and the two early twentieth century characters's  seemed realer than ever. I could relate now,  with the horrible battle between me and Kristen Larson for a spot under the tree, way back then. I wanted more of "me" to come home for the holidays; though me and the pioneer girl had been close earlier, as soon as The Announcement hit town, I felt the tension of the fight for the finish.

 All of the dolls feared The Announcement, even us Girl of the Years, who knew already which doll it would effect. It was The Announcement of which Historical, Girl of the Year, and Just Like You girls would be forced into Retirement Classes, dreading the day they would have to leave Pleasantville and move into Archiveville, a depressing, grim place, tattled where the Archived were forced to learn how the target age, in their days, were growing away. It was rumored that after the target age had grown, the doll was moved to Ghostville, said to be worst than anything imaginable, even Archiveville.
 
Knowing that the actions at Archiveville and the possibility of Ghostville might all be a huge story that other Pleasantvillers, like Pleasantville's oldest characters, Molly and Kristen, and Samantha, the girl who left for Archiveville herself; made up to shake up the Archiving characters before leaving them, I still couldn't help to fear the tears from that redhead girl cried as she was Archived. It was a painting that came into my mind every time I went to sleep. Thinking back now,  I laugh at now silly the Pleasantvillers could be about this things, and how horribly right they could be. 

[Abigail]

Also, sorry if I change the title a million times. I'm not sure if I'm happy with the new title, ethier.

[Abigail]

Chapter Three~ Lanie
(This chapter is from Lanie's point of view, only this chapter.


She closed her eyes, as crystal teardrops flew down in a waterfall against her cold cheeks. It was a doll's worst nightmare; yet she knew it was coming. They all did. And this time, Kristen Larson accompanied her, and her sidekicks Gwen and Sonali, of course. Kristen, standing like a frozen statue with her big, blue eyes wide, disliked her. She had went to Archiving Classes with Chrissa and her friends, but the Girl of the Year held her at an icy distant, almost as icy as the cold Minnisota winters and the looks Chrissa received from Tara, Jayden, and Sonali, that day they first met; because of one single fact- the fact that Chrissa would never be back, and Kristen at least had a chance. Either girl was not mean;
but like most girls their age, stubborn and clique-y. They would grow out of it soon enough. 
 "Ten...nine....eight...seven," the TV roared. Sonali closed her eyes, blocking out the pain
of a ball falling from the sky, leading her into a doll's doom....called the Archives. "Six....five....." Chrissa's hand locked with Gwen's and Sonali's, and after a moment, Kristen's, who she was not at all fond off. But all of that didn't matter, because all of the girls would be moving into the next chapter of their live once the ball dropped. 
"Four...three....two....one! Happy New Year!" the television rang. 
And then it happened.

Chrissa ran away crying. A girl who was usually her enemy, named Mia, silenced the girl, and showed her how she felt one cold night a year ago. Sonali and Gwen followed after their leader, like tiny tin soldiers.
Kristen calmly walked back to her house. She would finish up their Archiving classes and leave to the doom later.

And I was left. Lanie Jane Holland.

Yes, this is supposed to be like the first chapter.

[mandy]

WOW have you ever thought of asking AG if they need another writer?? you should ;D AWESOME!!!

[Talented Tumnzy 9835]

It's a little confusing but only because it's the beginning
You're an excellent writer, Abby

[Abigail]

Thanks. The next chapter is coming soon; just need to finish the ending.

[Abigail]

And the name changes again.

[annie12]

Write more! Please! Pretty please with a Chrissa on top!

[Abigail]

Here, Annie!


As the final breath of my year disappeared into this strange, different, new year's cold, foggy air, I realized had no where to go. Did they ever tell me how to get to Archiveville, after the ball dropped, in Retirement Classes? I thought as hard as I could, but no answers to my question popped into my mind. Looking around me, Sonali and Gwen were nowhere to be found. I breathed in The Nature Lover's year's air heavily,  sighing out into the sky. I had nothing to do, so I did the only thing I could think of- walk. I loved walking; as it gave me a way to think about my life, in a few small steps. I looked to the ground, bearly being able to make out footprints in the dirt of three shoes. Glaring at two of the three prints, my brain instantly registered them with my two best friend's favorite pairs. Who could be the third, I thought, staring out into the track's path. The only way to find out was too follow them. 
A light appeared through the foggy air, showing a sign of life out, in the middle of nowhere but here now, a place called Pleasantville. My eyes glowed as they found the source- a cherry, green train, that looked out of a Christmas display, sat on train tracks that I was pretty sure weren't there yesterday. A redheaded girl in a pink skating sweater sat at the steps of the train, reminding me of the conductor from Gwen's favorite holiday movie, The Polar Express. The redheaded girl stared at me with a black expression; though I couldn't blame her, since I did kick her out of the throne one year ago, and now I was the same place she was that night. Her stare seemed to go on forever, in till Mia finally glanced behind her at Gwen and Sonali, who were both already in the train. She looked back at me, and then started her speech. 
 "Welcome to The Archival Express, also known as your new job next year," she said, slightly annoyed, as she tapped her foot back and forth. "You will have a happy life at Archiveville; mostly," she continued. "The rumors about our little town that run back in Pleasantville are fake- for the most part. In till you get it. I've met your crew already. They seem pretty nice. They will fit right along with us."
At the girl's words, I piled into the train with my sidekicks staring down at me. I looked at Pleasantville for one last time; at least I thought the last time, then, and got a cold shiver down my back. I could tell there was a secret the redhead girl was keeping from me; and I could tell that it wasn't a good one. Because than you can say "P.A.S.T.," we were off.  

[Abigail]

Jess's Point of View 
Chapter 4~ The Unfading Friendship

Marisol, peppy as always, woke me up early in at my bunk, to get ready. Even so, I knew her too well to know what she will pick for me to wear to meet Chrissa- my "meet" outfit. After all, she was my best, and only true friend, and we have shared secrets together since we met that cold, January morning, in two-thousand-seven.  All of the others at Archiveville  speculated about how long, and well, the two of us would get along; being only one single year apart. They thought that it would be a train-wreck; a horrible, sticky mess that no one could clean. They were wrong. We were some close; my friendship with Marisol was almost like having a twin sister, who could relate with me in so many different ways and would do anything with me.
           
 I really don't know how our friendship started. I guess it began as soon as I got on the Archival Express, when Nicki took my role, and I had no where else to go to besides Marisol. I can sort if remember talking to her on that train for hours, about how it felt to be left out and kicked to the dirt, though it's a faint memory  for both of us. The others soon found surprise about how far we went, without Marisol had not stepped on me for being her replacement, and me mocking her for being older. From poor, old Kailey's eyes; it was "a true miracle." 

 What was even stranger about me and Marisol's friendship was how different our sales were. Sales mean a lot towards our social statuses, here at Archiveville. The only way you could afford an upper-class cabin to be built for you was to have had good sales from your American Girl days. A girl like Marisol could of had a lot of bang for her buck and  could have gotten a huge, fancy cabin, but instead she helped me pay for a middle-class cabin, that she fully decorated herself in oranges, pinks, and purples; our "meet" colors, combined.
 
Marisol grabbed my tie dye "meet" skirt from my cabin's wardrobe, beaming a bright smile on her happy face. She could always be so happy, even in the worst of times. I wished I could of been like that; but it never seemed to work. 

"Wear your meet outfit," Marisol said, happily. She closed the doors to my orange-painted wardrobe, the one she decorated when I moved in. "Just be yourself for Chrissa. She seems nice enough, anyway."
 
I looked at my meet and sighed. I loved it with all of my heart; but it wasn't fair that Marisol's meet was so much prettier. 

So much for being bubbly like Marisol. I groaned, but knowing it was coming; and the fact that it was pretty much my only choice if I wanted to make my friend happy, I toke the skirt and top from Marisol and went to my dressing room, one also Marisol had built in for me. 

[annie12]

AWESOME! You're so good at writing! Even my Chrissa doll likes it

[Abigail]

Thanks! Thanks, Chrissa.

[Abigail]

BTW everyone, a new chapter will be up tonight. It's going to be a cliffhanger, so be ready.