Chelsea and the Group©

Chelsea and her friends

That night, Chelsea couldn’t sleep because tomorrow was the big day.  She was afraid that if she didn’t go to sleep soon she would end up with bags under her eyes, so she shut them tight.  It didn’t work, Chelsea couldn’t fall asleep.  Sometime during the night, she succumbed to slumber.

When Chelsea awoke, Melissa had a cup of tea and her breakfast of toast, cereal, and eggs on the table.  Chelsea hugged Melissa real tight.

Don’t worry, Chelsea, they’ll accept you.  You’re new here, but they’ll love you as much as I do.  I’m sure of it.

Oh, I hope so, Melissa.  I’ll really try hard to fit in.

Chelsea got up and modeled her dress for Melissa.  Melissa applauded.  Then Melissa took Chelsea by the hand and said, “It’s time, Chelsea.” They walked to a corner of the room and Melissa opened the door to the huge dollhouse and said my friends, please welcome your new member, Chelsea Storm.  All the other dolls applauded and yelled welcome to the Dollhouse, Chelsea. Chelsea cried and laughed at the same time, turned around and round and round, until she got dizzy and had to stop.

By Jo.Ann Rodriquez

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