Jamie threw herself onto the bed and cried.
She couldn’t believe AG would do such a thing, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Rubbing her eyes, Jamie felt like screaming, but she realized she felt more hurt than angry. What other doll had been changed just a bit, and gone from ordinary to superstar special by American Girl themselves?
None, she realized, sitting up. I’m all alone in this. No one could understand. I am going to stay here and sulk until the end of my days. She crossed her arms dramatically and flipped her curls out of her face.
In the living room, Tay was sitting all by herself, feeling terrible about what she had just done.
The remote was left on the couch, but Tay didn’t care. She flashed back to a couple of moments before: Jamie’s devastated face, Lea’s disappointment…
She had to do something about it.. but apologizing? If there was one thing Tay hated doing, it was saying she was wrong. Consciencely saying she had made a mistake. Yet that was the whole point. She sighed, wishing she could start the whole day over.
Tay suddenly remembered what it felt like to be all alone.She remembered living on the road. No friends, no pets, no home. Tay had pretended to be strong all those years, but she was only fooling herself. Inside she had been broken, wanting to be something more than just a girl living by herself. Maybe that’s what Jamie needs, thought Tay. She needs to know she is more. Because she’s more than just a doll who’s been replaced; She’s our sister.
So Tay got up, and left the living room.
Jamie was still crying when she heard Tay walk up. “I don’t want to talk to anyone,” She hollered, angry at how her voice cracked as she spoke.
Tay just walked up to the daybed and stood silently.
“What do you want?” Jamie asked, scowling, “I said I didn’t want to talk to anyone.”
“I know,” Tay said bluntly. “I just want to say…”
Jamie paused, listening.
Tay forced out two words. “I’m sorry.” She grimaced, imagining the words to sting as she said them. Opening her eyes, she found out they didn’t. In fact, they did just the opposite: Jamie’s face began to soften.
“I sorry for laughing at you. It wasn’t very nice of me,” Tay began, ” And I should know more than anyone, because I do know what it’s like to feel alone.” Tay hoped her words weren’t too confusing; she had never been good at collecting her thoughts. “I just wanted you do know that you are more than a doll who’s been replaced. You’re our sister. And even if AG doesn’t like you anymore, or whatever, you will still have us and we will love you.”
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Tay almost rolled her eyes. How had she made it so mushy-sounding?
Jamie didn’t seem to notice, because happy tears welled up her eyes. “Thanks Tay,” she said.
“You’re, um, welcome.” Tay said. She coughed, eyeing the exit. Maybe if I ran fast enough she wouldn’t notice I was gone.. Tay thought for a second. Should she invite Jamie out to ice cream? Naw, too classic.
“Well.. I..” Tay didn’t know what else to say. “Will you forgive me?” When Jamie didn’t say anything, Tay added, “Please?”
Jamie smiled, “Of course.” Then she wrapped Tay up in a hug. Tay just smiled a little, and patted Jamie on the back.
“Tay?” Jamie asked, heading out to the living room.
“Yeah?” Tay asked.
Jamie smirked. “I still get the remote.” She bolted out to the living room.
Tay rolled her eyes. Classic Jamie.
Do you have #46? What does she think of Gabriela?
– American Girl Doll Artist
P.S. Jamie’s number is #46, and that backwards is #64, which is Tay’s number. How cool is that? XD