Post by laurcat on Jul 16, 2012 22:34:22 GMT -5
I wasn't the only new girl, but that didn't matter. It was the fall of 2011, and I was entering My American Girl High for the first time. I had never been to a high school before, or any school. I was only a few months old.
Let me elaborate. I am Allegra Highborn, a My American Girl doll. Fans like to call me number fifty-three. I have short, blonde hair and big, dark brown eyes. I had been released that previous June along with numbers fifty-four and fifty-five. It was great and all, being one of the newest and most talked about dolls in the MAG line. Great, that is, until I had to enter the school for the first time.
As I entered the doors, excited chatter quickly reached my ears. The aroma of cafeteria food floated down the tiled school hallway, appealing to my perfectly molded nose. I slowly scanned the scene in front of me, searching for pleasant faces. Of course they were all pleasant faces- their faces had all been shaped and painted to perfection, just as I had. How could I choose one bright, smiling face to talk things up with?
To my left, I found two very lost-looking girls, numbers fifty-four and fifty-five. Although slightly disappointed that I wouldn't be talking to someone who knew their way around, I made my way over to Kita Russell and Cherrie Hanes.
"Hey, guys. Sure is loud in here." I smiled and glanced around awkwardly. I felt stupid- talking about the volume in the room was like talking about the weather.
"Yeah, especially them." Cherrie motioned to a group over my shoulder. "They won't stop talking about how Ayako Lung graduated."
Graduating. Yeah, not always a good thing. A doll stays in the school until she is retired. Ayako Lung was the number four with a unique Asian mold. She had been retired as Kita, Cherrie, and I had been released.
"I feel bad because I'm basically the doll that replaced her." Kita frowned and looked away.
It was true. Kita had a beautifully sculpted Jess Mold. Her face was a more updated version than Ayako's. She was beautiful, and American Girl had gladly placed Ayako with her.
I was about to say something sweet and friendly-like, but instead I looked over at the group of talkative girls and said, "They're staring at us."
Kita glanced over and back away. "At me."
Cherrie laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Don't feel bad about Ayako. It happens with a lot of dolls. It was just her time to go and your time to shine."
"What, did she die?"
We all shared a laugh, just in time for the bell.
"Oh, now all dolls go to class. You ready to learn, Allegra?" Cherrie smiled sweetly at me, her bright hazel eyes shining.
"Not quite." I gave a weak smile as we followed the crowd to find our first class.
Let me elaborate. I am Allegra Highborn, a My American Girl doll. Fans like to call me number fifty-three. I have short, blonde hair and big, dark brown eyes. I had been released that previous June along with numbers fifty-four and fifty-five. It was great and all, being one of the newest and most talked about dolls in the MAG line. Great, that is, until I had to enter the school for the first time.
As I entered the doors, excited chatter quickly reached my ears. The aroma of cafeteria food floated down the tiled school hallway, appealing to my perfectly molded nose. I slowly scanned the scene in front of me, searching for pleasant faces. Of course they were all pleasant faces- their faces had all been shaped and painted to perfection, just as I had. How could I choose one bright, smiling face to talk things up with?
To my left, I found two very lost-looking girls, numbers fifty-four and fifty-five. Although slightly disappointed that I wouldn't be talking to someone who knew their way around, I made my way over to Kita Russell and Cherrie Hanes.
"Hey, guys. Sure is loud in here." I smiled and glanced around awkwardly. I felt stupid- talking about the volume in the room was like talking about the weather.
"Yeah, especially them." Cherrie motioned to a group over my shoulder. "They won't stop talking about how Ayako Lung graduated."
Graduating. Yeah, not always a good thing. A doll stays in the school until she is retired. Ayako Lung was the number four with a unique Asian mold. She had been retired as Kita, Cherrie, and I had been released.
"I feel bad because I'm basically the doll that replaced her." Kita frowned and looked away.
It was true. Kita had a beautifully sculpted Jess Mold. Her face was a more updated version than Ayako's. She was beautiful, and American Girl had gladly placed Ayako with her.
I was about to say something sweet and friendly-like, but instead I looked over at the group of talkative girls and said, "They're staring at us."
Kita glanced over and back away. "At me."
Cherrie laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Don't feel bad about Ayako. It happens with a lot of dolls. It was just her time to go and your time to shine."
"What, did she die?"
We all shared a laugh, just in time for the bell.
"Oh, now all dolls go to class. You ready to learn, Allegra?" Cherrie smiled sweetly at me, her bright hazel eyes shining.
"Not quite." I gave a weak smile as we followed the crowd to find our first class.
