*Sorry the update took so long, I got sick.
On the bus stop, Sharpenny had her pink bag in her hands, hanging loosely like a grapevine.
The only reason it was so light (good thing, otherwise she'd have to get her four bodyguards again) was because for the first time, Sharpenny was thinking the way she used to.
Truly, she was beginning to miss her old self…
A little brown-haired girl sat on the front porch of their dainty wooden house. To her side was the "life-size" dollhouse.
It had a door that could just fit the little Sharpenny and the inside was big enough to fit a few friends.
The house had electricity, ventilation, running water and food storage, so it would actually be a good place to live in.
Then the front gate creaked open. Young Sharpenny stood up from her sitting position and smiled happily at her cousin who was slowly walking towards her.
As she and her mother stepped onto the premises of the Lincolns, Amanda smiled back and hugged Sharpenny.
Immediately, they skipped inside, and after greeting everyone, they skipped back outside and immediately began playing in the house.
Pleasured, both could only look forward to how many hours it was away from when they had to go part.
That was the old Sharpenny. The one she longed for.
But then Mr. Lincoln finished his contract in the Hollywood business and became rich. And they moved away, both physically and metaphorically.
Sharpenny (in the real world) tensed.
She became surrounded with the spells of glamour and fame. All of the publicity she's had with her previous works in acting.
Everyone wanted to be like her.
Then came the Live-Action Comedy job, the one kept a secret to her.
She was only supposed to do the stupid stereotype onscreen, but it became a habit, and so did so many other things that she didn't want to.
Ending her flashbacks and reflections, Sharpenny looked down and shed one single tear saying:
"I used to love you, Bolt…"