I don't want to get punished, too often, too much. It's getting hard to even remember what being me is like. 300 different faces, the Shy kid, the Smart kid, the Funny kid. Maybe this is the reason I try so hard to please everyone - anyone, really. But can money buy them time? Are they happy like this? Constantly anxious, stressed, and placing all their anger onto their only daughter. My father's antique watch, the clock in my room - time ticking past us so fast, and so slow at the same time. I've gotten used to hunger a long time ago, while I watch them dine in the living room with steak and red wine in a wine glass, speaking of rarely anything that wasn't about money. No food for a day, all because of missing a point for an A grade for Mathematics. No emotions on their face, accepting the punishment they set for me. I never cry when they take out the whip, nor when they use it and slash my skin open over and over and over again, the blood leaking down my back like rain droplets on a rainy day. Which is almost funny, ironic, really - because I'm used to my parents yelling at me. My emotions are not to be messed with - I get so sad easily, unpredictably. I knew perhaps I should had asked her, I should have done that at the beginning, way before I let my sadness get the best of me and make me cry again like a little fool. I bit my lips, holding in the tears that are threatening to spill out of my eyes. I felt it - the tension between us, so thick and suffocating. I stayed quiet, my wrist now slumped against the table, I sniffed, feeling the sadness creeping up towards me like a shadow - sneaking up and waiting for the right moment to attack me, to catch me off guard and destroy destroy destroy me until it began to eat me from the inside. I must have done something - said something I shouldn't have said. Did I do something wrong? Yesterday we were fine, we were talking about jokes and laughing and now she's suddenly so cold towards me. Immediately, my smile dropped from my face and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I knew at the moment I've done something wrong. Mia pursed her lips, swallowed, her Adam's apple moving slightly, and then she gave me a tight smile, that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good morning, Mia." I greeted, unzipping my pencil case, retrieving my pen out. Instead, her eyes slowly trailed from staring at the table and onto mine. I gave her a small smile, cocking my head slightly to the side. I gave a glance and noticed that Mia was looking at me. Cringing, I muttered a soft sorry and placed my bag on the ground, unzipping it and grabbing my pencil case out. I pulled out my chair, the legs screeching against the floor. This morning, when I arrived in class - 7:21 am sharp, she was sitting at her desk already, her books stacked neatly and her purple pencil case resting upon her water bottle, staring into nothing. Though, I don't really know the reason why. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Finally, glue the hat atop your doll’s hair.Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines.Popular styles include braids and loose hair. Make whatever hairstyle you’d like for your doll using yarn.Next, glue (F) on top of section (E) and (D). Apply glue to the bottom of (E) and attach to (D). Roll up and glue the two opposite edges together. Create the doll’s hat by cutting along the horizontal lines on (E).Glue the dolls head to the peak of the dress skirt (A) above the shoulder ruffle (B).
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