Last night, Breck packed up all of our clothing and accessories, along with my dog and Kelsey's cat. This afternoon, she grabbed our bed, my trunk, and my horse and put them in a closet. Then she brought back some boxes and started putting us in our boxes one by one.
Then she put us in the closet.
As she shut the door, I hear some screams of confusion. I opened my eyes and saw Ruthie in her box across from me.
"Nicki, what if Breck is putting us in here for good? I don't want to be sold!" A tear leaked out of her eye.
Molly flicked her braid. "She just got me yesterday and Charlotte two days before that! She's not selling us yet!"
Charlotte looked around. "Well, at least we have plenty of space."
"But it doesn't matter if we have lots of space if we're gonna get sold!" Ruthie, always the worrier, moaned.
"Ruthie, it's okay. We're not going to be sold." Samantha comforted her.
"Easy for you to say! If she keeps any of us, it'll be you because you're her first doll!"
"Ruthie, listen. I've been kept in a box for about 2 1/2 years. She's not going to sell us. She didn't sell us even after she lost interest. You're fine. She'll keep us. She has to," Kirsten said.
"Quick, she's coming!" Molly yelled. "Back in the boxes!"
Breck opened the doors and picked up Kelsey. A few minutes later, she came back with her hair all smooth and silky.
"It's just like cows being prepared for slaughter!" Ruthie cried.
"Ruthie, calm down!" Emily yelled.
"Ruthie, please stop panicking," Marie-Grace said.
"Oh my gosh, guys. What is Breck doing with us?"
*****TO BE CONTINUED********
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