Phoenix For A Doll Creative Writing

A Phoenix for a Doll The sun’s light tickled my eyes as I slowly dragged myself out of bed, reminding me that I had another long, boring, and completely uneventful day ahead of me. I slumped over to the shower, and I let the teardrops of the shower head dance all over me. For the first time in forever, the water was warmer than my body temperature. After lazily getting dressed, putting on makeup, and other orthodox tasks to get me ready, I walked out of the house and to my destruction. Left, right, left right, marching away to school, where I would sit for 7 hours and soak up information as though there was nothing else to absorb into my brain. I thought about the homework I would have to do, dragging my pencil across the plain white canvas,

I would be surprised if anyone actually noticed the hurricane; my visage shielded the struggle every single day. My worn jeans flew back and forth in the soft breeze. I wasn’t anyone special. I was just me. I’m not a cheerleader or an athlete. I was just a nerd. And that is all I’ll ever be; I’ll only worry about the assignments and the due dates. Never will there be a worry about my best friend’s boyfriends or even my own (if I had one). It’s just me and the timeline. After I put some pizza rolls into the oven, my bedroom welcomed me back home, and my bed formed to the shape of my tired body. I looked up to see Sonya, my doll that I have had since I was 1 year old, and she was staring at me, wanting me to understand what it is like to wait for me to come back from school every single day. Sometimes I would think about the days when I couldn’t stand being away from her for one night, and all of our little adventures I would make to feel like someone understood me. Sonya always understood me. She would always know what to say; she’d always know how to solve the dilemmas inside my head and my heart. She would always know how to keep me

My eyes dashed forward and saw some smoke infringing into my room. I shot out of my bed like a rubber popper toy and practically stumbled and ran into the kitchen. A gorgeous mixture of red, orange, and black permeated the kitchen. “Run! Run away as fast as you can!” my superego called to me. But of course, my mind’s thoughts were on trying to put out this wild Phoenix. Where is the fire extinguisher? The monster crawled up the fridge and swarmed itself over the only known fire extinguisher I knew of. “What in the world is going on in here? I smell smoke!” my mother walked over to the small table near the door and turned her head towards me; her face soon matched my horrified visage. Mom grabbed my arm and jerked my arm towards her. Her arms wrapped around mine, and she whimpered softly. The smoke started to strangle us at our throats, so our only possible option was to leave the house before we choked to death. As mom dragged me out to the garage, I looked back to my room, its white light calling to me playfully. The next moment, my mother and I were clenched to each-other while breathing in the cool air of the darkened