Chapter Four


It was another beautiful morning in Station Square—the birds are chirping…trees and bushes are rustling…the sun’s rays giving warmth and the wind’s cool breeze. Inside the darkness, Tails Doll was peacefully asleep and recharging his energy when something shook him.

‘WhAt WaS tHaT?’ Tails Doll thought curiously.

Up in a small visible hole of the ceiling, a white and bright light shone through. Tails Doll was about to scream when Christine covered his mouth and shaded the area.

“Shh…the bell is about to ring.” Christine whispered, “And I need you to act like a doll.” “WhY sHoUlD i?” Tails Doll asked as he took Christine’s hand off his mouth. “Well…don’t get mad,” Christine whispered nervously, “But…umm…you are my Show-and-Tell project.” “WhAt?!” Tails Doll shouted. “Shush!” Christine whispered, “Just do it and I’ll never bother you again…promise!” “FiNe…” Tails Doll mumbled, “YoUr LuCkY I wOn’T kIlL yOu.” “Stay in my backpack for now.” Christine said.

DING! DONG! DING! Once the school bell rang, the students quickly went to their classes and sat in their desk—waiting and wondering what they will be doing for today.

“Good morning class.” The teacher greeted. “Good morning Ms. Wimbleton.” The students said. “Today we’ll be doing our Show-n-Tell Presentations,” Ms. Wimbleton said, “Who would like to go first?” ‘DoN’t SaY aNyThInG cHrIsTiNe…’ Tails Doll thought. “I would like to go first.” Christine said happily. “Okay, then come on up.” Ms Wimbleton said. ‘DaRn It!!’ Tails Doll thought. Christine stood up in front of the classroom and said, “My Show-n-Tell Project is a doll I got last Friday.” “This oughta be good.” One student whispered. ‘HeRe I gO…’ Tails Doll thought as he fell limp into Christine’s hands. “Meet my cutest doll—Tails Doll!” Christine said.

When Christine showed her doll to the class, the students started to laugh with all their might…it was as if it was the dumbest thing they seen.

“What an ugly doll!” one boy laughed. “Cute? It’s hideous!” a girl laughed. “All right class, that’s enough,” Ms. Wimbleton said, “Christine, why did you choose that gros—I mean strange doll?” “He’s not strange!” Christine said, “he’s my favorite and I like him!” “Well…umm…thank you for your presentation,” Ms. Wimbleton said, “Next.”
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DING! DONG! DING! The last school bell rang and all the kids grabbed their backpacks while heading towards the buses. Christine got into bus number 116 and sat in the middle seat on the left side—placing her backpack next to her.

“Tails Doll, are you okay?” Christine asked. “I’m FiNe…” Tails Doll lied, “I’m JuSt a LiTtLe TiReD.” “Remember that I’m here if you need anything.” Christine said as she closed her book bag. ‘StUpId KiDs…’ Tails Doll thought angrily, ‘HoW dArE tHeY mOcK mE!’ “Hey Christine, do you think you can help me out?” Jessica asked. “Sure.” Christine replied as she followed Jessica to the back of the bus.

Just as Tails Doll was about to relax, he felt the backpack being lifted—thinking the bus had already arrived to Christine’s house. He peeked through the backpack only to see a pair of unfamiliar eyes staring at him.

“You belong to me now.”