What Happens When Someone Knocks on Our Front Door

*This was inspired by Emma‘s photostory series ‘Eden’*

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Caroline opened the front door. Standing on the porch was a girl.

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With her sunglasses and simple but chic outfit, she looked like a movie star going incognito.

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Beside her was a stack of suitcases.

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“Can I help you?” Caroline inquired.

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“Yeah. I’m staying here for a few days,” the girl replied, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

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“Mom didn’t tell me anyone was staying with us,” Caroline said. “So . . .”

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“You’re Caroline Abbott, right?” the girl asked.

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“I am, but how . . . how did you know that?” Caroline stuttered.

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Just then, Saige, Isabelle and Savannah came up behind Caroline. They had been playing a game, yelling about princesses, elves, fire and ice.

“Who’s she?” asked Savannah.

Caroline looked at the new comer pointedly. “What’s your name?”

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She pushed the sunglasses up on top of her head. “You can call me MJ.”

~~Told in MJ’s POV~~

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The redhead made strangled sounds, like she was hyperventilating. “You’re not the Mary-Jane Alina Grace Valdez, are you?!” she practically shouted at me.

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I grinned. “The one and only.”

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She rushed out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?! It’s not everyday that a celebrity shows up at our doorstep!”

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“I’m supposed to be staying here for a few days,” I told her. “I need a place to stay until the next show in my world tour.”

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The other girls — one with blonde hair, one with dark hair, and Caroline — followed the redhead onto the porch and picked up my luggage.

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When we got inside, Caroline exclaimed, “This is such a surprise. Another sister already!”

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“I’m, uh, not your sister,” I said hesitantly. “I’m just staying her for a few days, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

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Caroline introduced me to the three other girls, pointing to each in turn. “This is Isabelle Palmer, Savannah Kingsley, and Saige Copeland.”

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I followed Caroline and her sisters to the dollhouse. We climbed one flight of stairs to the second floor.

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“Well, here we are,” Caroline announced. “This will be your room while you stay with us. I’ll go get a bed for you.”

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“This is gonna be so cool!” Saige exclaimed. “I get to share my room with MJ Valdez!” She did a little happy dance.

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Caroline came back into the room with a bed, and dropped the blankets onto the floor. “It’s a tight squeeze, but it’ll work.”

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The bed opened up for storage. I started unpacking my suitcases.

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Saige was perched on her bed right next to me. She oohed and aahed over my clothes.

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“That one’s cute,” she commented as I set my first outfit down.

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“Thanks. I like to wear it when I bake.”

“You like baking? You should teach me!”

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I reached for my second suitcase.

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I unpacked my pajamas and a casual outfit, and set them in the storage space in the bed.

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Saige gushed about everything that was in my last suitcase: earrings, a clothes hanger, hair brush and hair spray, violin music books and my charm bracelet.

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Since I was done unpacking, I set up a music stand.

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I opened the instrument case I had carried around with me all day.

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I pulled out my violin and bow.

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And then, I started practicing.

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Saige clapped when I finished playing. “That was amazing!” she praised.

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I smiled as I placed the violin back in its case. “Thanks, Saige.”

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We flopped on my bed and started talking. After a minute, Saige said, “I wish you didn’t have to leave, MJ.”

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Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I realized that I didn’t really want to leave, either.

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Bwahaha! You all guessed wrong on my last post. OK, well, I guess most of you got it right . . . I did get Grace, but she doesn’t go by that name . . . she goes by Mary-Jane Alina Grace Valdez! And . .. I didn’t get any pictures of the AG store. I know, I know, what kind of blogger am I, not taking any picture of the AG store? A very “special” or “unique” one. Those words are actually just nice ways of saying “weird.”

Yeah . . .

Well, um, that’s all!

–Loren

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19 thoughts on “What Happens When Someone Knocks on Our Front Door

  1. WOW! Long name! Congrats on Grace – she is soooooo super cute. I’m thinking of asking for her for Christmas, but I really want a long blonde-haired doll, but then I want #33 even more….arrg, decisions decisions!

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  2. that was a great story loren I love the new name for grace I got grace and I named her Nicole but Nicole is really her middle name but it is her favorite sooooooo ya

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