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Tuesday, April 15, 2008 . 9:20 PM

the voodoo doll some emo girl discovers. something like deathnote for no apparent reason.

It was twilight in St Andrew's close, Florida. Class just ended for Sarah. She picked up her stuff and slowly walked to the bus stop, coversing with her friend (the one and only), Rita. Then they went on seperate buses. Sarah hunched her body and drew her legs together andawaited the end of the journey. When Sarah got off the bus she still had a short distance to go. Along the way, she found something interesting...
What's this? Sarah muttered to herself as she bent down to pick the doll up. It was a dirty white due to having been stepped on on the dusty sand path. It was finally kicked into a sparsely leaved bush, where Sarah's dark eyes picked them up.

Sarah was a typical Americian girl. White skin colouration, brown hair (she dyed them black), black pupils, part-time job, homework to worry about. But she was different in the fact that she was a Goth kind of girl. She wore black lipstick and striped clothes (completely OUT of the fashion) and hunched her back and carried a little bag with her all the time. Also due to the stupid things stated above Sarah had little friends. Well, none, actually, save for her fellow Goth mate. Both of them were outcasts in the high school they studied in, but they didn't care. Well, not much anyway.

Sarah's home was a nice bungalow in the surburbs. It was decidedly modern and was the envy of all the neighbours. But Sarah's room was a little special. A fireplace, drawn curtains, a large red bed fringed by lots of emo-looking(so to speak) dolls. And now Sarah crossed the road and went up the stairs to her room, and brushed the new doll off and set it carefully down at the centre of her bed. Then she went downstairs for dinner (cereal oats and milk).

Upstairs the doll glowed and the room became slightly darker... As so did the rest of Sarah's future life.....