BarBie
When I was six years old my parents left me.
No they didn't leave me physically, but then again maybe they should have.
Being the parents of six children must be demanding. I can only imagine of course.
But if they couldn't handle the responsibility they shouldn't have had said
Children
Right?
Many might have caught that I said six, not seven, and thought that had made a grievous
mistake. I assure you that were not the case
I am the odd one woman out. The only girl in a sea of red headed, brown eyed boys. A
doll. They're play thing. One to be used then discarded with no regards whatsoever to
her feelings. But then again dolls don't have feelings
Do they?
They only do what they are commanded
Don't they?
Maybe Barbie's up for a change that has yet to be seen
Only time will tell
Hello guys. This is my second story. I've left it as a sort-of stand alone, prologue, cliff-hanger thingy, if you want this story to continue please review. If you want this story to stay as it were, please review
Thank you
Be safe
Later Days
Dark88Poet