It was a dark and stormy night and I was playing with my stuffed doll; Clarica. I call her Clar for short. I thought everything would be okay when we started playing, but I guess things don’t work how they are supposed to be. Every night Clar and I usually play dress up. Though, whenever Mom comes in she just lays there. Lifeless. Dead. Cold. I found this odd. I don’t know why she can’t be herself around Mom? I guess she just decided today wasn’t the day. Though, she does that very often. I guess it’s never the day. 

    Here it was, my first day at Hollam Hall All Girls School. Of course I took Clar with me. You think I’m a monster? How rude! We had a good day but it was kind of eerie. Of course I didn’t say anything. My other best friend Cady was there, but she acted like she didn’t know me. I haven’t got a clue why. When Clar and I got home she was pretending again. Why is she like this? Why? Well some things never get answered. 

    We played for a little while then we ate dinner and went to the park. I never know what Clar is thinking. Sometimes she is mean other times she's just there. I got Clar from an old man. He said “She’s haunted miss, don't touch her,” but Clar touched me. At first I was petrified but then I realized she’s quite different from what that man described. She loves me and I love her.