I always asked my parents about her whenever I got the chance to…but when they refused to tell me anything I had these…these fits that were out on my control. My parents never let me have anything nice and decent my whole life…but they wouldn't allow me to ask questions about my family members either? It wasn't fair! By the time I grew up I had changed a lot and now I had a lot of friends…but no one I could invite back to my home to hang out with. I was scared…no I was petrified that the minute I did they would all start to bully me again. So when I came home…I took out the big action man doll she had given me as a present and pretended it was her, despite it being a male toy it was shiny and new, just like her. When I came home to my Sara all my worried and frustrations just melted away. She…she talked to me like she wanted to know everything about me with that same bright smile that she had on her face at the party. She made me forget all of my bad memories; like how I sed to be chased home after school had ended by bullies because they couldn't take my smell in the classroom…or how they used to drop my lunch tray on the floor, as if already didn't have enough to eat at home, or how they alway used to spray me with the water hose when doing physical education with full force so I would always end up wetting myself…and that's when the girls would torment me the most. They didn't even look at me as a boy, they looked at me, laughed at me and tortured me with their insults like I was nothing at all. It was ironic…they all wore the same accessories as my Sara did; they were all trying to copy her but they could never be as beautiful as her.
Weeks turned into months which turned into years and I hadn't seen her again, but I wasn't surprised. What angel could possibly want to come back to this dump again? But my toy Sara was always with me be it rain or sunshine, in my happiest and most difficult times. The moment I saw her I vowed to myself to work harder in school and to get the hell away from my home, my town…to leave this poor life behind without a single glance, just like my uncle. He did well for himself considering he was part of my poor family so why couldn't I? There must be a reason she was avoiding me since she came to my party, it was because of where I lived right? And how I dressed? I had been bullied so much and I was lonely for so long I could barely talk properly…it was because I didn't thank her for her presents right? I mean I ran after her to than her but she had left already…maybe my Sara was angry at me? She probably thought I wasn't grateful to her…that I was all like all the other children who only wanted things from her…when I only wanted her. To be around her…to live the life she had by her side as a part of her perfect family.