Life Story

So, here is another short story. I'm not sure how good it is, I couldn't really think of anything to write, so I did one of those exercises where you write whatever you can for a few minutes straight. ^__^

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Hello, My name is Margaret. I am going to tell you right now about the story of my life. I was born in a small town in Oregon, and grew up there until I was 10 years old. I can't remember much about it, the whole time I was there, I sat in my room, playing with dolls. As a child, I didn't do much in the way of friends. Every friend I ever had just wanted to come over and see my doll collection. Therefore, I hadn't many friends.
I do remember one kid though. She was a redhead, and she loved dolls. She used to talk about them all the time at school. I invited her over one day to see my dolls. She said yes, of course. We've been friends ever since.
When I was 10, my family moved us to the other side of the country, to Maine. It was very cold. I still don't remember much about it, and still, most of my days were spent playing with dolls. I spent all my time with my "Play friends", as my mom liked to call them. Because fo this, I was never popular, except with the elderly, who are, (not a big shocker here) avid doll collectors. From them, I learned what dolls are good if you really want to play with them, and what dolls were excellent if you wanted to collect them.
After college in Maine, I moved by myself to Florida, the Sunshine State. I started a little doll shop where you could donate dolls to children in need of them. I earned a lot of dolls for kids, and they were so happy when they got them.
After this adventure, I went on to retire. By that time, I was 67 years old. I had a nice little cottage that was by the sea, and it was decorated in a very sailor-themed way. I loved it there. Of course, my house was inhabited by dolls. I had no children or grandchildren, but some of the kids from the school down the street from my house visited my a couple times a week. They thought I couldn't cook for myself, so they brought me treats and homemade meals.
Then, in April of 2000, I died in my sleep.
So. You are caught up on my life. Now, I am going to tell you where I am today.
Now, I operate a small shop that sells dolls. Voo-doo dolls to be exact. It is a very fun business; I get to make dolls at my living place, and then sell them to my loyal customers. Most of which had a bad past life. I tried not to sell them to people that I knew would use them badly. I also took commissions. If they had a family member that they wanted to be with, or some old boss that they wanted to mess with, they could just bring me a picture, and I would recreate them as a doll.
Sometimes, I would get ghosts, who only have a limited time to come to me. The exciting people were the ones from the real world who contacted me through meditation. I had to convince them that I could not give them the dolls because I did not know them, and they could have evil intentions. They usually got angry, but they couldn't hurt me because I was already dead. I didn't haunt anywhere, so they couldn't exorcise me.
One time, I got to go to the real world. It was for a potential client who was a human. I was able to appear human for a period of three days in order to get her business. She had a daughter, whom I was left alone with for 15 minutes while she got her pictures together. The girl talked about some book called 'Twilight', and these vampires which sounded nothing like the real things. I didn't tell her that she was wrong, that no vampire that has ever existed has looked like that; for fear that I would lose her mother's business.

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So I know it sorta ends abruptly there, but I couldn't think of anything else. :P Anyway, hope you like =^__^=

<3 Naomi