LaughterRain pattered onto the cobblestone sidewalk and off my cheerful, pink flowered umbrella in a soft, steady rhythm. The sun had set by now, as it did since winter began.
My name is Marina, Marina McClin. My parents said they named me Marina because my eyes 'reminded them of the sea,' I always was told of how I would grow up and help my father on his fishing boat. My sea green eyes always bringing him good luck when he was out at sea, he'd tell me. But I didn't like the ocean, I liked the sky. I'd stare at it forever, with my sea green eyes.
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, it had managed to fall out of my loose bun, probably from all my running around in the rain. My ever-present smile lit up my slim face. I truly loved the rain, and in the dimming light, it always seemed all the more magical.
But tonight something felt....
I was all alone tonight, but I swore I could hear...
My smile faltered, my steps slowing, my ears straining.
There it is, the
A Girl and Her Toy Chapter 2Offering? The Stump family wanted to make an offering? That must mean they were witches! I knew it!
But this was no time to do the “I'm right” dance, me and Tk had to run!
“Come on Tk, we can use the empty hallways!” I whispered to Tk.
In the dim light, it almost looked as if Tk had nodded in response, but toys don't nod...they only look like they do stuff when its dark. And it was dark in the crawlspace room.
I looked behind me at the room we were in, looking for anything that could help.
Dust, dirt, spiders, squeaking from mice, cobwebs, a broken floor lamp with its shade stuck crooked....and several boxes.
I walked quietly to the boxes, trying so hard not to step on one of the creaky boards, they might not be able to hear my whispers through the floor, but they sure as heck can hear the squeaky floor!
I laid a hand on one of the boxes, surprised to see that I left a handprint in the thick gray dust that blanketed the cardboard.
I heard the famil
A Girl and Her Toy Chapter 1But...my happy life really took a turn when my parents had...the accident.
It was raining really hard...I was at home with a babysitter...and mom and dad were coming home from their anniversary dinner... the mountain road was dark and slick with rain.
A truck driver on the oncoming lane had fallen asleep, and drove into ma and dad's lane, knocking them off the road, and down the side of the tall mountain.
I never saw them again after that, I was sent to a foster home, I had Tk, he was all I had left.
5 Years later....
I'm twelve now, and I was trying to keep my head up. I rarely smiled, I think I only ever gave half-smiles to Tk, who had stayed with me since the day Ma and dad gave him to me, the lettering on his arm all but nearly faded.
I had been adopted by the Stumps family. They were a large family, even if they were a little....frightening, they did give me a room and some clothes. And I had a lot of chores, but chores were chores, and as long as I had Tk beside me, I refu