DOLL LIFE #1: MOLLY
An American Girl fan fiction short story by Porcelain American Princess
Summary
Molly may be an American Girl doll, but she has all the personality and memories of her character. So when Molly is bought by a little girl and thrust into a strange, exciting and sometimes frightening world she must learn to adjust. Watch Molly as she has new experiences, gets into scrapes, has lots of fun, tries to be the best doll she can… and discovers why you should never climb into your owner's school backpack.
Forward
Hi everyone. I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in so long. This is going to be my first story that is not Harry Potter. Just wanted to let you know this is the first in a series of American Girl stories that will follow a similar plot line. Although of course each will have its own differences. For those of you who are reading my Harry Potter story 'Family', don't worry I am working on the next chapter and I'll be updating it soon. Thanks for reading, and please review:)
Disclaimer
This story is a work of fan fiction using characters from the American Girl world, which is trademarked by Mattel. Molly McIntire and the other characters from the American Girl world mentioned in this work of fan fiction are owned by Mattel and I do not claim any ownership over them. The story I tell here is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of the American Girl story canon. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line. I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story.
Chapter 1: Boxed Up
Molly's eyes snapped open. The first thing she thought was, "Where am I?". She knew at once that she wasn't in her bed because she was standing up. Also the floor felt pretty solid. If she was standing on her bed, she would've felt as if she was going to crumple to her knees any minute. But the question still remained, where was she? She looked around her. Molly seemed to be in a small room of sorts. However it didn't look like any room Molly had ever seen before.
To the front of her was what looked like a sort of window that went from the floor to the ceiling. And to the sides she could see parts of objects that seem to be strapped in place on the walls. Was that her purse? There was a bit of material poking out in one corner. It sure looked like her purse. There was something glinting near her cheek. Molly tried to reach up and touch it, but her hand was stopped by something. It was like a rubber band sort of thing. Weird. Molly tried her other hand. Same problem. Then she looked down at her legs. They were also strapped in place by some sort of rubber bands. This was the moment that Molly panicked. It was also the moment that Molly screamed.
Almost all of her body was strapped in place by rubber bands. Even her head was held up by some sort of band thing. Now she was terrified. Had she been kidnapped? She was pretty sure she was not in her home at the moment. This definitely wasn't anywhere she recognised. She peered through the plastic window. Weirdly, she seemed to be in some sort of shop. In front of her she could see glass cabinets filled with what looked like gigantic boxes. A realisation hit Molly. She wasn't in a room, she was in a box! Molly gasped.
Wait, why was she in a box? "Am I dreaming?" she thought. Then she realised. Oh. Of course she was in a box. It made more sense now that she was properly awake. She was in a shop, so she was being sold just like all the other items on display. After all, she wasn't a human. Molly giggled at her own silliness.
"I sure hope whoever buys me is nice," Molly thought to herself. She could see people walking by beneath her. She suppose that she was on a higher shelf as she had a pretty good view. However since she couldn't actually move her head much, she could only see what was directly in front of her and a little bit to the side. She watched as people looked at the boxes. Molly's vision wasn't great, even with glasses, so she wasn't actually able to see what they were looking at. Some of the people took the boxes out of the glass cabinets. A few then carried them off, she supposed to the counter where they would pay for them. She watched as a girl maybe 10 or 11 paused right in front of her box. Molly held her breath. Eventually though, she moved on.
As time passed, Molly's hopes were raised and dashed again and again. Now and then someone would stop beneath her box. They would look up, perhaps stay for a few minutes and then move on. However most people just walked by. Molly began to doubt that she would ever be bought.
Molly watched as a girl perhaps 7 to 9 years old and her younger sister walked up to the shelves. She heard faint exclamations about the items there. She managed to catch a few words. "Books" and "she's pretty" and "I don't know, maybe sort of." Molly wondered what they were talking about. Perhaps they would buy her and she would have a home at last. She would maybe sleep in a girl's bed or even have a bed of her own. She'd be played with every day. She'd have a friend. Molly smiled at her dreams. But, like all the people before them, they paused and then passed her by. Mollie sighed. "I'll never get picked", she said to herself. "Maybe it's my glasses."
The next family was a girl about 9 or 10, a little boy of about 6 or 7 and a girl around the same age as the boy. They seemed to be walking with an old woman, who Molly guessed was their grandmother. Seeing the old woman made her miss her own grandma. Suddenly, the older girl looked up at Molly's box. She stopped in front of Molly for a moment, then exclaimed "Oh look, look, look! It's Molly! Please Granny, can I get her? Please? Please, please, please?!" "Alright… How much is she?" the Granny said. Molly could barely hear them from inside the box, but she just managed to figure out what was going on. "Finally," said Molly relieved. However, she could not have been prepared for what was about to happen. Suddenly, Molly's world tipped upside down. The plastic window became the floor and the wall became what sort of looked like part of the ceiling. Molly found herself hanging upside down, with a pretty good view of the shop floor. She began to feel very giddy.
Molly screamed again. Was it an earthquake?! Finally though, the box was righted again. But it still didn't feel as stable as before. This, Molly realised, was due to the fact that she was no longer on the shelf. She had been lifted out of the cabinet, like the other items she had seen, and placed in the girl's arms. The horror that had filled her was now replaced with relief. It wasn't an earthquake. The world hadn't exploded. She was just being bought.
Molly felt her box bumping up and down as the girl carried her to the checkout. "This is a terrible way to travel!" she thought. Everything was rising and then falling. But then, to her relief, she was put down. Her relief was short-lived however, because her box suddenly shot forwards. Molly screamed. What was happening now? She couldn't see anything, because the window had now become a sort of ceiling, as all she could see through it was the shop ceiling. Molly had no idea she was on a checkout conveyor belt. Luckily though, it didn't last long. She was righted again and found herself back in the girl's arms.
The girl carried her outside. She was going to a new home.
