Mastering Narration

  Her name was Alma. She wore a blue beanie, red jacket, and brown gloves. She had blue eyes and blonde hair. One morning while the light snowflakes fell gracefully from the sky, she decided to take a walk through the little shops in her town. She skipped around until she reached the wall on the left side, it was covered with kids name from top to bottom. Alma pulled out a white piece of chalk and her eyes darted around for space for where she could write her name, then she found it. 

  As her hand slid across the wall writing "Alma", she heard something behind her. She looked back confused to find that there wasn't anyone there. But what caught her eye was the doll in the shop on the other side. However it didn't look like one of those typical shops; there were two lights on the top that looked like beady eyes and the window was shaped like a mouth with sharp teeth, she did not notice this though. Alma walked over and was fixated with amazement, it looked exactly like her; blue eyed, blonde haired, and wore a red jacket with a blue beanie. The doll disappeared though. She was curious. She used her hands to wipe the snow off the window, and there it was again. But this time, it wasn't on the stand, it was on the other side of the room. Alma couldn't take it anymore, she HAD to get that doll. Therefore, she sprinted to the door and yanked at the door knob a few times, but it didn't work. Giving up because of frustration, she threw a snowball at the door and then walked past the shop about to leave, until she hears a door creak open. The door she had been trying to open creaked open by itself, luring her in.

  She gripped her hand on the door and opened it wider. It was clear, her eyes glistened with excitement when she saw the doll stand a few feet in front of her. As Alma ran for the doll, the door closed back slowly and she stepped on a toy. It was a plastic boy with black hair riding a tricycle. When she stepped on it, it triggered something which caused the doll to start pedaling fiercely, so she put it up right-side down. The doll was riding around until it got to the door as if it was trying to escape but then the door had shut. He was still pedaling though as if he could go through the shut door. He was trapped. She looked at it, but still oblivious about what was going on.

   Turning back around, Alma saw that the doll moved once again. Searching for it desperately, she saw it. It was on the 4th shelf along at the other side of the room with all the other dolls in the shop. As Alma was running towards it, she passed by two identical dolls with eyes that followed her as she ran. She stopped running. She stood there for a few seconds, admiring the doll and it's feature, then she reached for it slowly. Her hand got closer to the doll slower and slower. Then. her   hand finally made contact to it's nose. Everything flashed. She was filled with anxiety when she realized that she was no longer seeing things from her eyes. It was different. Her eyes were out of circular glass lens. As Alma still freaks out, all the dolls around her start to move and stare at her. She soon realized that all those dolls, were kids who wrote their names on the wall, and she herself had become a doll because of her curiousity. Then, she heard it again. It was the sound she  heard after she had saw the doll, and in that place, popped up a red haired doll that wore a red dress.