“Okay. I’m ready.” Renae huffed, immediately throwing herself onto the pink couch and propping her legs over the sides.
Grace began pacing, “I think…” She stopped and looked at Renae, who was giving her the most impatient look ever. “I think she’s supposed to be our new sister.”
“I knew that.” Renae said in annoyance, “I thought you were going to tell me something important.” She moved to stand up but Grace took her shoulders and shook them roughly.
“Don’t you realize what this could mean?” Grace shouted. She stared into Renae’s eyes, willing her to understand.
“I don’t know, more clothes for us?” Renae said slowly, though she had no idea what Grace was talking about. What was so bad about getting a new sister?
“No! Now there’s even less room for us!” Grace peered out of the dollhouse and into the next room, where there were girls everywhere. Girls at the table, and girls in the kitchen and girls standing everywhere.
Ok, so many there was a space problem. “It’s not that bad.” Renae shrugged with a yawn. “There’s plenty of room for more.”
“But what about when she does get more. New sisters, I mean.” Grace said. “At this rate, by next year you’ll have more than 15 sisters!”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous!” Renae said, but inside she knew Grace had a point. Their Mom was buying dolls at a pretty fast rate, and the room wasn’t getting any bigger. What if some of them were put in storage? Or worse — given away! “What if….” Renae trailed off, realizing she and Grace were dealing with things they had no control over whatsoever.
Grace seemed to be thinking the same thing. “I mean, it’s not like I can do anything about it. Oooo-r maybe I could!” It was as if a lightbulb had lit up in Grace’s head. “I just got the most brilliant idea! We could have a protest!”
“Ahaha.” Renae laughed sarcastically. “You can start all the drama you want, but I’m not getting involved.” She started walking out the door, but bumped into Vanessa, who was on her way in.
Vanessa squealed, “What’s this I hear about starting drama! ‘Cause I have to tell you…” She leaned in close to Renae, “I’d LOVE to be involved!”
Renae scowled. “No one is starting anything!” She pushed past Vanessa. “I’ll be going back to my spying business, thank you!”
Vanessa watched her go, rolled her eyes and grabbed Grace’s hand. “So what were you planning? Is it huge?”
“It’s.. nothing. Nevermind. It won’t work.” Grace started trudging out, when Vanessa yanked her back into the room.
“Pshhhh!” She scoffed. “Don’t give up yet! With a DIA agent on your team, you’d be unstoppable.”
“Wait, DIA?” Grace murmured. “What’s that supposed to mean.”
“Ug, it means Doll Intelligence Agency. Renae got to choose the name.” She smiled wistfully. “It was her brilliant idea to found our small but mighty society that one blistering summer morning.”
She stopped talking and noticed Grace staring at her strangely, making Vanessa realize she was dramatically holding her fist over her heart. “What? Stop looking at me like that! It was truly a memorable moment in doll history.”
“Ok, whatever. That sounds amazing, but I thought he wanted to know what I was planning.” Grace said.
“Oh, I do!” Vanessa cried, plopping down onto the couch where Renae had been sitting moments before. “Please, go on!”
Grace sighed. “I want to stop Mom from getting any more dolls.”
Duhn, duhn, duuuuhn.. 😂😂
That’s all for today, friends! The next part’ll be up on Monday. Hopefully. 🙂
Hopefully you’ll be all out of rotten fruit by then. 😅😎