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
A Girl and Her Toy Prologue It was a beautiful white Christmas, the snow had fallen in great big clumps of white, and ma and dad were there with me. I was only 6. My name is Marcy, but ma and dad called me “MarMar”, my new family calls me “Mar.” But back to that wonderful Christmas day.
Ma and dad were sitting on the couch, happy smiles spread across their faces as they saw my delight at the presents under the tree.
“Go ahead, MarMar, they're for you. Your mother and I already opened ours.” said dad as he chuckled.
“Really daddy? Wow thanks!” I said, gently taking one of the presents.
There weren't many presents, but around Christmas, ma and dad tried their best.
The presents: a coat, some socks, and ribbons for my hair. I wasn't one to complain, they were cute socks! They were shaped like little cats, each toe a leg. Yeah, I know cats don't have five legs, maybe it was his tail? I wish I still had them, even though they wouldn't have