Dollhouse
Chapter 1
"You don't hear me when I say 'Mom, please wake up dad's with a slut and you're son is smoking cannabis.'"
"Ally, help your brother with his homework!" My mother screamed. I looked around the rose wallpapered room. I was dazed at the moment.
"Allisondra Valentina Marie Dawson, go help you brother this instant!" My mother yelled again. I slowly got up, my head spinning. I brushed the skirt of my pink dress and walked to my brothers blue bedroom. I opened the door to his room, smoke billowing into my face. I closed the door quickly, my brother puffing something into his mouth.
"Alex, what the hell?" I asked. He shrugged and handed it towards me. I took a puff of it, the buzz running through my body.
"Whoa, what is that?" I asked as I handed it back to him. He laughed.
"Weed, got it from Johnny." He said. I shook my head and walked out of the room.
"Ally! We need to have a family meeting call your brother!" My mother shouted up the stairs again. I lazily trudged downstairs, my brother following behind. He coughed slightly, me looking back as he shrugged.
"We have new neighbors, I baked them some cookies and when your father gets home we are going to introduce ourselves. They have a daughter and a son." My mother said as she stood up, brushed her pencil skirt off, a strand of her hair falling from her chignon bun. I sighed as I walked up the right stair case, the big house echoing the sigh. I flopped onto the large canopy bed, the floral duvet covered mattress springing me back up. I looked into the armoire, all my frilly dresses and blouses bulging out. I drifted to sleep, the pink ceiling turning black.
"Ally put your best dress on; your father will be home in 20 minutes!" My mother shouted, my body jolting awake. I scrambled up, my brother in the doorway, pulling his sweater vest over his head. I walked to the armoire pulling the blue dress out and slipping it over my white slip. My brother came and zipped the back and tied the upper corseted part. I fixed the collar and slipped the matching baby blue headband onto my head. My bouncy thigh length curls fell forward partially. My brother walked down the left staircase as I walked down the right, my ankle strapped white flats clicking on the cherry hard wood. My mother walked forward frantically as she unpinned her brown shoulder length Marilyn curls from her head. She had on a gray pencil skirt and the matching jacket on. She had her burgundy side hat pinned on the right side of her head. She had her burgundy pumps slipped on her feet. My dad walked into the house, the glass door slapping shut. He put his briefcase down and fixed his tie as we embraced him. We all walked out of the yard and to the neighbor's home. We rang the doorbell, the entire family opening up.
"Hello we're the Moon's; you must be the Dawson's." The mother said. My mother nodded and handed her the plate of cookies. The boy stared hungrily at them.
"This is my husband Asher, my name is Ashley, this is our daughter Antoinette or Nettie, and our son Austin." Ashley spoke. My mother smiled.
"My name is Azalea; this is my husband Aiden, our son Alexander or Alex and our daughter Allisondra or Ally." My mother spoke. Ashley nodded.
"Austin, Nettie get to know Ally and Alex in the game room." Ashley ushered us through the door of the large house, Nettie leading us into the basement. We walked past a wine cellar, and then to a room with a large television.
"So tell us about yourselves." Nettie spoke, sitting on the blue couch.
We were laughing, Austin sitting silently; having spoken only about three sentence the whole night. My phone rang, my mother wanting us home because we had church in the morning. My brother hugged Nettie before leaving the house. I hugged her also as she walked up the stairs and to their foyer. Austin tugged my charm bracelet clad arm.
"Let me walk you home." He said, a bright smile showing from behind his full pink lips. I smiled and nodded, him letting my arm drop to my side.
"Thank you." I said as we walked across the lawns.
"Nice house." He spoke, looking at it, the stars shining in his hazel eyes.
"Yup, that's the dollhouse as Alex and I say." I said with a sigh. He looked at me confused.
"You'll see sooner or later. The dollhouse is perfect to you now but eventually it won't be." I said again. I hugged him lightly before walking into my home. My brother was nowhere to be found, which meant he was barricaded in his bedroom. My mother was asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off attached to the neck of an empty bottle of pinot noir. My dad was gone, his glasses and his legal papers blowing on the table. I knew my dad was off with Vinette. The woman he was having an affair with. I sighed as I walked into my room, pulling my blue dress off. I put my frilly white shorts and the matching lacy top. I pulled my long hair into a bun and flopped into my bed, the light pink florals of the duvet engulfing my small pale body. I looked at the pink of the bed canopy, my eyes traveling along the embroidered flowers on it. I sighed as I let my body fall into a deep sleep.
So I got bored and slightly creative lol. This story is inspired by my FAVORITE song 'Dollhouse' by Melanie Martinez. It's so amazing oh my gosh. The video inspired some parts too soo look it up and you'll see. Sorry for coming back with a new story but I've been busy since I failed biology .-. Anyways baiiiii
~Cilinity