Sophia
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1You never really liked staying at grandmas. The house is old styled from inside out. And the sound in the back is the old clock ticking. You were dropped off at grandmas by your mom for the weekend. Again… You sigh as you walk to the front porch of the white two story old home. Your grandmother greets you at the door whit a warm smile. She always was sweet and welcoming… You go upstairs and sets your backpack by the bed in the guest room. It’s a room whit white walls, firm Woden floors. The bed has a Snow White blanket that has light lime green covers whit rose pedals and leaves. The pillows are normal soft and white. The closet is at the corner of the room. Old dark oak. A white painted wooden desk against the wall over the end of the bed that also has a sodden chair that’s pushed all the way against it. The desk has some blank papers at the left side. A black cup whit some pencils at the right side against the wall whit some erasers next to it. And a white desk lamp. The bedroom has a window next to the closet that contains white curtains that are now open, letting some gentle sunlight in. Then at the white shelf over the desk. Is the porcelain doll that Grandma has always taken care of. It has big hazel eyes, long light grey hazel hair whit a white hat that has a little green gem on the centre of it whit some gold looking metal around it. Light pink fluffy ribbons on the sides. A big white fluffy silk dress. And a little black bow on its little neck. Snowy white glass skin. It stands lifelessly whit it’s blank eyes looking straight ahead.*
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