Sparkatale

My name is Dolly. Or that's what everyone calls me. I live in an orphanage. I grew up wandering the halls and found myself in the trees or the Library. Though I knew this place like the back of my hand, I still looked around as if to say, "I'm still here," I knew I wouldn't get adopted. I was told, well heard, "Her eyes and body remind me of porcelain, if she falls, she will shatter into a hundred thousand pieces. And every so often, when you thought you picked up all the mistakes and regret, you always find one that bites your foot, when you get up to get a glass of water. But other than that Dolly, she's um- great," Yea, I'm great, but I'm going to be a pain in he's ass and he just wants a Barbie, someone who looks so perfect that no one will think twice. Oh no. I get it. He doesn't want a girl who was born and raised in an orphanage. He wants someone pretty on the outside, and sweet like honey on the inside. Because I was born and Raised, to be Porcelain...