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Beauty… What is beauty? Is it my perfect hour glass figure? Is it my lavender eyes? Is it my long curly light brown hair? Or is it the fact that although I'm mixed, my skin is the color of classic porcelain?
Who am I, and what am I doing here? Is my name not Aaralyn Doll Hawthorne? These are the questions that I continue to ask myself day after day after day after day. Why am I like this? Why do I continue to long for a child that I will never be able to have? Why must I torture myself to the point of suicide? Is it because my name is Aaralyn?
The midwife, who brought me into this world, had a prophecy. She told my mother, that I would end up like this, but I'm not crazy! I swear I'm not crazy! Just beautiful.
"Your daughter will become so beautiful that it will haunt her for the rest of her life." Is what she said to my mother, the day that I was born.
In fact, why should I be cursed, just because I'm beautiful. My mother is more gorgeous than me, and yet she isn't cursed.
She was blessed with everything, a perfect life, status, and looks. Why isn't she cursed?
Let me take you back a bit though to the summer that I was 15.
At the time I was living in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, with my mother, my two brothers, and my three sisters.
I was a princess, I lived in the Garden District in a 3-story Victorian style mansion, with a perfectly manicured forest green lawn, and three different gardens in the back. One for each one of my mother's cultural tastes: Japanese, Rose, and Grecian.
My favorite was the Grecian garden. I liked to sit on the marble bench, and read books or stare up at the clouds as they rolled lazily by in the blue sky.
The day after my older brothers' birthday, the sky was a deep azure blue, and there was not one cloud in the sky. I sat on the bench reading one of my novels, when a dark shadow came over me. It was my sister Violet.
"What is it, Violet?" I asked, as I looked up into her golden brown face.
"Your friends are here for you." She said, and blinked rapidly as if she were waiting for my reaction.
"Well, who is it?" I asked still staring at her, as I closed my book, and set it down.
"It's Erin, Tia, Poppy, Lucy, and Patricia." She said.
I sat up quickly.
"Go tell them, that I will be there in a minute." I said. She rushed away to give them the message.
As, I tranced through the house and up the stairs, I saw our Jamaican cook, Helena cross herself, and she quickly walked away. But I ignored her and went straight to my bedroom.
As I opened the door to my bedroom, I had to stop and stare. For as many years as I had had my bedroom, its splendor still amazed me, and made me stop and stare in complete awe.
My room was 20x30ft. I had a 4-poster bed; and on the wall to the left of my bed was a 10x6ft. painting of me in an Emerald Green Ball Gown.
I snapped out of my hypnotizing state, and went directly to my closet, and pulled out a white halter dress, and some white 3 inch heels. I put the dress on, leaving my leisure clothes on my plush white carpet, and walked out of my room, and back down the Grand Staircase, and into the living room, where my friends were waiting for me.
"Well, there she is!" cried Erin, as she rose to her feet, and the rest of my friends followed, as we walked out the front door.
"I'm leaving! I'll be back later!" I yelled before I closed the door softly behind me.
"So, where are we supposed to be going?" Patricia asked as she opened up the passenger door of my brand new silver Mercedes Benz.
"I don't know, I guess we are supposed to be going to get our hair done." I said, and turned the key in the ignition, and sped off down our private drive, and onto Orange Grove…..
Pheeewww! For all the fans, thanks for all the support, keep reading because trust me it gets better! So here goes my second Chapter to " The Diary of a Doll" so please review. Sorry it took soooooo long I had a writer's block! Please Review!