Personal Narrative-The Doll Murder

The Doll Murder
I had just moved to the little town of Plain City. That day was too frosty to be outside so my younger sister Sydne and I decided to finish unpacking all of the millions of boxes filled with toys, in our basement.

I started searching through the tall boxes lying around our basement floor, that were about the size of me, until I found the box, the one I was looking for. This wasn’t just any box. Noooo, it was the biggest box and my most favorite. Why you ask? Well, it was my favorite box because it had my Barbie dolls in it. Sydne knew she wasn’t allowed to play with them unless she asked me first . I started rummaging through the box. All my other Barbie dolls were soaring through the air as I flung them out. When I reached the bottom I saw it; my most prized possession, my Wedding Barbie

doll. I leaned in on my tippie toes and I grabbed my Barbie doll by it’s fragile legs.

When I had first gotten my Barbie doll it said on the box in big bold letters “Wedding Girl”.

I decided to name her Wedding Girl just like the box said. I never went anywhere without her.

Anyway, instead of me unpacking I decided to start playing with my barbie dolls and Wedding Girl. Sydne saw me playing instead of working so she decided to come over to me. She dashed across the room like a cheetah.
“Can I play?” Sydne asked in her squeaky high pitched voice.
“No,” I yelled solidly and continued to play.
“Please,” Sydne said again “Please, please, please, please?” On and on she was begging, so I finally yelled “FINE!” I knew she was upset when I gave her one of my other dolls instead of Wedding Girl but I didn’t care.

I set down Wedding Girl to go get something across the room. When I turned around to look back, I saw it! My most precious Barbie doll had vanished! I darted back like a bullet ready to tear apart the room. I was a volcano ready to blow when I looked over at Sydne and there she was my Barbie doll right in the midst of Sydne’s hands. I was enraged!
“Give it back!” I shrieked.
“Why?” Sydne said sarcastically stroking Wedding Girl’s

hair.
“Because she’s mine!”
“Well, I want to play with her too,” Sydne said in a smart aleck voice.
I was so upset I clawed wedding girl right out of Sydne’s hands! Sydne tried to take her out of my aching hands, but she couldn’t. Soon we were playing tug-a-war with my Barbie as the rope.

I started pulling harder and harder.
“Snap!” It sounded as if a rubber band had snapped in slow motion. My head flew back and into the sharp, brick corner of our fireplace. A waterfall of tears streamed out of my eyes! The brick corner had put a whole in my head and dark burgundy blood oozed out of my head. I could tell Sydne was shooked because she sat there in dismay and was about to explode with tears.
“Brooke, your hair is turning red,” Sydne said trembling.

Later that day I had a white bandage wrapped around my head that was now turning bright red. Even though I still fight with my sister every now and then, I learned that fighting to get what you want isn’t the best answer.