“Did you know that Mom is going to get the new Girl of the Year?” Saige asked Ivy. They were talking right in front of the Cave of Despair.
“Really?” Ivy replied. “She is so cool. I can’t wait to meet her!”
I pulled away from the crack in the closet door and sighed. Mom was getting the new GOTY? Traitor!
I peeked through the crack again — and saw a picture of the GOTY that my sisters were looking at.
Ugh! She made me so mad. She was so pretty . . . everybody loved her . . . and now she was going to invade my home? I decided that if I was going to have to live with her anyway, why stay in the Cave of Despair any longer? I would enjoy the last bit of my life without her in it
I pushed the closet door open and stumbled out into the light.
“Hey, Isabelle! You finally came out,” Ivy celebrated. “We’ve all been missing you while you sulked.”
“Yep! Why’d you decide to come out?” Saige added.
I glared at the picture of the new GOTY. “Her,” I growled.
Then Saige grabbed my hand. “Come on, Izzy. Ivy and I can brush your hair and stuff, and then you’ll feel lots better.”
Ivy and Saige ran down to our dollhouse and dragged me along behind them.
They pulled a chair up to Ivy’s room on the third floor and got to work.
After some serious hair brushing, makeup-ing, and outfit picking, we went out for a walk in the snow.