Spencer POV, 5 years ago_
"Tooo the rescue!" She ran around her bright, pink, messy little room with a barbie in her hand. "Mwahaha!" Me, another girl just a little taller, took a doll and put it right in front of the barbie. The young girl, Alex, swooped her bangs to the side and frowned.

"Mooooooommm-" She began.
"It's fine Mom, nobody's hurt!"
"Susan might be if that doll doesn't move! Micky was just about to save her.."

"Well Michelle doesn't care," My teeth by now were barely gritting in anger. And, she wants to be left alone, like me. My head throbbed. "But I am going to go to sleep, Alex." "Can't you play a while longer? Spencer, pleassse?"
Though there was obvious pity in her voice, I still didn't care.
I just wanted sleep.

"No. Pick up the dolls." "Why can't you?" Why must I have a sister like you? The words nearly slipped out of my mouth. Letting out a sigh louder than meant to be, I got into my PJ's and went off to bed.

Every night I snuggled with my pretty doll Michelle, and talked with her. Told her secrets she couldn't judge upon.
She has a little area on her back under her dress where you can put in little chips.

These chips are programed by me that I use my laptop for making. When I pull a little string that is hidden in her right bundle of hair, she can say random things.
"How was your day today?" The doll squeaked out in an annoying little voice; that sounded as if it came from a restaurant waitress who honestly did not even care.
Just as nobody seems to these days.
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Alexandra POV

In my cozy, cozy PJs, I walked into our bedroom and thought I heard somebody talking.
"Spencer? Was that you?"

Spencer spun around on her top bunk to look at me.
"N-nothing," she stammered "I just like to talk to myself sometimes." Then without waiting for a reply from me, spun back around.

"Okay!" I always feel happy after Spencer plays dolls with me. We don't always spend this much time together. Galloping to the bottom bunk, my long brown hair braid bounced off of my back in each step.

For some reason, when I'm happy, it's harder to fall asleep. I have always wondered why. Maybe when I'm older I'll know why. Or I could just ask Spencer!

"Spen-" I stopped mid-sentence when I heard steady breathing coming from above me. She's asleep, I thought gloomily.

Out of curiosity, I silently climbed the ladder to see if she was faking it. Her body was heaving up and down and little snorts came out of her nose, which nearly made me laugh.

I have to admit I have been jealous of Spencer's doll. Looking at it, it brought back bad memories of me and her. I tried to tell myself: no, she's a great sister, but the memories just wouldn't leave me alone.

I was just about to quietly shout at myself for thinking such things, when my chest suddenly felt tight and I gasped.
Asthma attacks always get to me at the worst times...

A few moments later I noticed I was breathing just fine, yet it still hurt, then the odd memories came into mind.

" Why are you giving that to her, Daddy? She won't like it as much as I do!" "Spencer, when Alex one day grows up, we will help make sure that you keep that doll." I then saw the little 3 year old Spencer walk away starting to sob.

Blinking vigorously, once again I realized my sister was sleeping in front of me.

"That doll is MINE!" Murmuring things to myself, I grabbed my sister's lava lamp that she keeps on a small shelf that hangs off the edge of the bunk and carefully replaced it with Michelle.

I'm willing to take the chance of her figuring it out. Once, it looked like Spencer started to awaken, but she was in such a deep sleep that she started to twitch her shoulders. I hope she's dreaming.

I looked at the doll with such victory in my eyes and-

Right at that moment I had done something I will never forget. Having an older teenage sister that loves "relaxing and spa stuff", you never know what you will find... And my lousy hands had accidentally dropped the doll into a large bucket of water and marbles!

"Noo! No!" I shouted, until never before have I stayed so still when I heard a monotone "Alex... Goo to sleep.." Oh no, the doll isn't even close to waterproof!

The shoes are made of layered tissue paper from my Grandma! Oh no, oh...

My heart nearly pounded so hard that it felt like the whole house was shaking.. But then a great idea came to me.
My teary eyes dried and the corners of my mouth turned up into a smirk.

Putting on my small cotton knit vest, I ran across the field outside as the long grass tickled my short legs. "Grandmaaa!" Minutes later the tiny pale yellow home was right in front of me. My knuckles hurt from pounding on the door so hard. "C'mon, Grandma open the door! I need- "

My skin prickled as the door opened up to a tall Indian woman. "How may I help you dear girl?" The thick accent in her voice caught me off guard for a moment until I wailed, "W-What happened to my grandma?!"