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There once lived a little girl a little girl called Alma . She lived with her mum and dad. She was walking down the street, wearing a red fluffy and fleecy coat, with brown feathery pants. She wore brown covered furry mittens and a nice blue bobbly hat. One snowy day Alma was walking down the street because her dad wanted some milk off to go then she set off to the shop. She was walking near by the alleyway on the snowy cobbles. She kept walking and walking and saw a chalkboard with lots of names on it, so she decided to right on it too. She turned around as slow as a snail. She saw a reflection in the other shops window to the other window of a different shop. A doll … of her … she slowly walked across the street where the shops wear as the snow was crying. She kept on walking and walking and walking and if she was looking the other way, she would have to turn her head the slightest bit to see a million dolls in one tiny shop. Alma put her cold frost mitten on the frozen piece of glass. She gasped in several seconds the doll disappeared. Almas jaw dropped. She walked to every single window then she saw the dusty upside down shaped love heart and peered in it. There the doll was. Standing on the table. She attempted to open the cold frosty door. She stepped on snow then gets a big ball of snow and through it at the freezing door and carried on walking. As she was moaning and walking the door creaked and squeaked open. She turned her head like a snail and creped in on the creaky floor. Suddenly in her way she tripped over the creepy male doll on the bike. She skipped over to the table. But there were no doll. She couldn’t find it at first. She where looking for about 30 minutes and then she finally found it. But… was right at the top she climbed from shelf to shelf. Then at last she actually got to the top. The shelf was as tall as a massive shelf!!! She touched the doll … where did she go? What happened? Does she have invisible powers? None of those? She was in the doll …
As snow took over the city the calm girl stomped down the street. Alma thumped her feet causing the cobble to cry. The surrounding area was silent. After the calm little girl carefully and neatly wrote her name on an oddly suspicious wall but before she wrote she thought for a minute or two. Alma looked left and right to assure no one was watching. She wrote her name in a blank space surrounded by hundreds of others. Alma in fright just realized that. All of the names on the wall were the names of children who have gone missing. She lowered her scarf so it was all around her neck. Something crackled… Alma didn’t turn around she thought. What was it? Silence. Families playing in the distance. Faint laughter. She closed her eyes. She dreamt of what could be there. The wall stood there as she thought. Her brain was lightning as she thought. Her foot moved she turned around. Alma’s eyes opened. There a doll stood staring into Alma’s soul. She smiled. The platform was lonely. She walked towards the window she was a snail. Her eyes where fixated on the doll. She tried the door it wouldn’t budge. In anger she threw a snowball at the door it opened. Slowly Alma turned around in curiosity. A small gap. Just enough for her to fit through. She is a snail as she approaches the door. Staring at the paralysed dolls . The dolls seemed so close whereas they are so far away. She could feel them touching her. As Almas feet crumpled the mosaic floor. She inched towards the table that the doll was stood on.
The cobbles cried as she ran down the alleyway. Alma was a curious girl. She wore a blue hat and a pink coat. Snow flew down and lay on the floor. Without a care in the world Alma wrote her name on the chalkboard. Today was as a special day for Alma but she didn’t know how? As the houses sat, and the posters watched Alma listened. TICK! TICK! What was that? Slowly Alma turned… She was a slug as she crept up to the horrifying, cobwebbed, face like shop.
Possessed by the doll in the window, Alma stared in wonder. Weirdly it was like looking at herself in a mirror. Suddenly, the doll leaped on the table… she was a tiger chasing after a bunny. As the snow watched the scene Alma carried on the chase. She tugged at the door handle but I didn’t open. Then she stormed away. In rage Alma chucked a clump of snow at the glass door. Then it screeched open. With a heart as light as a feather she ran into the dark mysterious doll store. Alma saw the doll on the table, as it saluted her. Creeping up to it, Alma accidently kicked a doll which had a beautiful tricycle. As she helped it up it raced for the brown wooden door but it was too quick. As she turned back the doll disappeared. Hunting, Alma was a cheetah finding the mirror like doll.
There it stood. The doll called Alma’s name. Alma ran across the dragon tiled floor. Edging closer she was determined to get it. As she jumped on the sofa she took of her glove and reached for it… TICK her life flashed back she was the doll.
AS SNOW SLEPT ON THE COLD COBBLED STREET, A GIRL CALLED ALMA ROAMED THE STREETS, SHE SKIPPED; SHE JUMPED ON HER OWN LITTLE FEET.
THE HAPPY LITTLE GIRL WROTE HER NAME ON THE COBBLISH STONE WALL, IT SCREACHED AS THE CHALK WAS DRAGGED ALONG THE WALL. ALMA, SHE SAID IN HER OWN LITTLE TONE.
WHEN SHE TURNED… A DOLL AROSE .CONFUSION. FEAR EVERYTHING RACING AROUND HER TINY BODY. SHE LOOKED CLOSER IT WAS DEFINETLY HER. IT WAS LIKE LOOKING IN A MIRROR A CREEPY ONE FOR SURE. SHE STEPPED ONE FOOT AFTER THE OTHER, TO AN OLD WOODEN DOOR. SHE PULLED IT, SHE YANKED IT BUT THE DOOR WOULDN’T BUDGE. FILLED WITH RAGE SHE THREW A SNOWBALL AT THE DOOR SHAPED PLANK IT OPENED SHE HAD FOUND A WAY.
EXITEDLY, ALMA STEPPED ONTO THE OLD PATTERNED CARPET. DOLLS. EVERYWHERE. CURIOUSLY SHE CLENCHED THE TRIANGLE WOOD TABLE, CARELESLY KNOCKING OVER AN OLD DOLL DOWN. IT HAD A BLACK SHIRT AND SHORTS, HE RODE A TRICYCLE ALONG THE FLOOR, NOT MOVING THOUGH. SHE LIFTED IT UPRIGHT AND LET IT STROLL AROUND. THE FLOOR SMELT LIKE THE SHOES THAT HAD ALREADY STEPPED ON IT. THOES SHOES WERE GONE, ALONG WITH THE OWNERS.
THE DOLL RAN WITHOUT LEGS, WHEELS SCREACHING LIKE A DOOR CLOSING. WELL THE DOOR ALREADY WAS CLOSING. IT HIT THE DOOR AS IF TRYING TO ESCAPE, BUT WAS IT?
LOOKING LEFT AND RIGHT USING HER VERY EYES. THE HUNTER HAD SPOTTED ITS PREY, ITS PLASTIC MOULDED PREY. IT WAS LIKE LOOKING IN A MIRROR BUT IT WASN’T THE SAME, IN FACT IT WAS WORSE, SCARY WORSE. THE FEARLESS LITTLE MOUSE, WHO HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN, INCHED FORWARD TOWARDS THE PLASTIC FIGURE OF A PERSON. IT HAD A BLUE WOOLY HAT, A RED SCARF AND A BODYWARMER, THE GLOVES WERE BROWN LIKE DIRT. HER TINY FEET STEPPED ON THE OLD BROKEN BLOOD-RED SOFA MAKING IT WORSE THAN EVER. SHE REACHED. SLIPPED OF A GLOVE, HER HAND TOUCHED THE THING. BAM. SHE WAS TRAPPED, TRAPPED IN THE BODY OF A DOLL.
The sky wept as the cold, fluffy snowflakes painted the roofs. A little girl skipped across the cobbled path. Humming quietly to herself, Alma wrote her name neatly on the shabby, blackboard. A high- pitched screeching sound swung Alma around. Behind her was a ghastly, dingy shop window and in it was a pale – faced doll with emerald green eyes. Alma was a snake as she crept towards the shop window. She stopped. As she wiped the painted window, she saw the doll was wearing a dark pink coat. Her green trousers hugged a velvety platform and her blue bobble-hat could be seen from miles away. The doll’s cream gloves were bowls of mitten-shaped cake mixtures… Alma realised that the doll was supposed to look like her. She had the feeling someone was watching her. She turned around. Nothing. She looked back at the doll but it wasn’t there. The platform was lonely. Alma, as though possessed by the doll, walked towards the chipped door. She tried to open it. It wouldn’t budge. Furiously, she threw a round snowball at the door and stormed off, outraged. The heaps of snow on the ground protested as Alma stormed away. Before she’d gone 100 yards, the door creaked open. Trembling with excitement, Alma stepped inside. Staring at the paralysed dolls, she shook her head in disbelief. The pale – yellow tiles groaned as Alma strolled towards the blood- red table. In her haste to get the doll, she stepped on a ghost-white figure of a boy on a bicycle. Alma put it upright and watched it go. It headed straight for the door but the wind’s chilling grip pulled it shut. The boy, who as acting as though he was desperate for escape, banged continuously on the door. Alma smiled and looked back at the doll. She gasped. It wasn’t there! Alma was a jaguar whose prey had just escaped; she was devastated. She looked around in despair, searching frantically for her doll… “Ah-ha!” she said under her breath. “There it is!” She climbed onto a lime green armchair. Alma ripped off her beige mittens and reached for the doll on the dusty brown shelf. The doll seemed to be surveying every inch of her body… When Alma’s brushed the doll’s face, she felt an icy wave wash over her. She opened her eyes. It was as though she was looking through glass. She stared around, breathing heavily and Alma, who was really perplexed, suddenly realised. She was inside the doll’s body! One by one, all the dolls turned to stare at Alma. A sound that was like fingernails scratching a chalkboard made them all turn to turn towards the window. A beautiful doll with ruby-red hair and a sad lonely face stared out the window, hoping for her owner to arrive…