picture perfect? completely worthless.
The Curse of the Barbie Dolls
Vivid Imaginations and Wrong Stories
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by a wise and fair queen. The king had died in war years ago, so the queen ruled by herself, waiting for the day that the crown would pass to the eldest of her six daughters. This was Penelope, who claimed the title of eldest by just a few minutes from her twin, Gabrielle. She was kind in nature and very generous, always looking out for others before herself. In many ways, she was the perfect choice for queen of the kingdom. Gabrielle, on the other hand, was strong-willed, proud, and rather harsh. She had always been jealous that Penelope was going to be queen and not her. Believing that she would be a better ruler, she lived her whole life in envy.
The next daughter, Brianna, was practically inseperable from the younger version of herself, Fiona. Both were enthusiastic, happy girls. They were fairly smart, but wasted away spending their days fantasizing about princes. Daisy, the second youngest daughter, was always following Gabrielle around, hoping to impress her. And lastly, there was Callie. The tomboy of the family. Athletic, adventurous, and always playing in the woods. She had dreams to become the head knight when her sister Penelope became queen, or even just her bodyguard, and she trained hard every day with the guards of the palace.
One horrible day, a criminal managed to sneak into the palace and assassinate the queen. If not for Callie’s quick thinking, the assassin would have escaped, but although they caught him and put him behind bars, the damage had been done. The queen was dead. And Penelope had to ascend to the throne early. She was only eighteen, but it was clear that she was already as good as her mother, if not better. Every day Gabrielle watched Queen Penelope rule the kingdom and win the hearts of the people, she sank even deeper into a pit of jealousy. She wanted to be queen more than anything, but she was stuck as another princess for the rest of her life. Callie had been made Queen Penelope’s bodyguard. Fiona and Brianna became advisors to the queen. And Daisy frolicked in the palace gardens all day. Only Gabrielle was unfulfilled. She believed with every fiber of her being that she would make a better queen. The day that Queen Penelope gave away Gabrielle’s jewelry to help a struggling family out of poverty was the last straw. She was being too soft. So Gabrielle made a deal with a witch. The worst deal of her life.
The witch gave Gabrielle some magic to make her the queen instead of her sister. In return, Gabrielle gave the witch her soul. And armed with the most fearsome magic imaginable, she stormed into the palace to take the throne for herself. What the witch hadn’t told her, however, was that by giving the witch her soul, Gabrielle had nothing left inside her. She was just an empty shell of a person that the witch could control with ease. So, instead of making her sister step down from the throne and leave for herself, Gabrielle stormed the palace to kill her sister.
There was almost no limit to what Gabrielle’s, or, really, the witch’s magic could do, and in minutes all the guards of the palace were knocked out. Her plan was just to march straight into the throne room and take down her sister, and with her advantages she seemed almost unstoppable. But there was something she hadn’t accounted for. Her sisters.
As they were always near the royal hall at this time of day, an encounter was almost inevitable. Daisy, Fiona, and Brianna were walking down the hall as she entered, and they were shocked to see their sister looking so empty and so... evil. Without a second thought, Gabrielle, or what used to be Gabrielle, waved her hand to brainwash them, but it was harder than she thought. Daisy, having spent her life with Gabrielle as her idol, was almost effortlessly turned, but the other two were smarter than that. They saw what she was doing and refused to join her. Giving up, Gabrielle decided on another course. She lulled them into a deep sleep, smiling wickedly. She was finally free to march into the throne room and destroy Penelope.
Queen Penelope was waiting for her.
“How far you have fallen, my dear sister.” she said sadly.
“The only one falling today is you!” Gabrielle spat.
She raised her hand...and there was a thunk as a dagger hit home. But the dagger wasn’t protruding out of Penelope’s chest. It was protruding out of hers.
Callie, the one sister she hadn’t accounted for, stood in the entry of the throne room, arm still outstretched from her throw.”
The eight year old finished her sentence dramatically. She took a breath to continue, but her mother cut her off.
“Honey, I swear your stories get better every day!” she said, picking up her phone. “But I’ve got a really important call to make. How about you show Beatrice around your room, and you can finish the story for me later?”
“Okay, Mommy.” Cyndi sighed. She brightened up again as she took her tweleve year old cousin, Beatrice, by the hand, to show her around her room. Beatrice rolled her eyes.
“So, what’d you think of my story?” she asked as she dragged her up the stairs.
“Is that what you do with your Barbie dolls?” Beatrice said disapprovingly.
“Yup! Isn’t it cool?” Cyndi replied enthusiastically, oblivious to her cousin’s tone of voice. Without waiting for an answer, she continued. “And now that you guys have moved right next door, we can play together and make even cooler stories!”
“Great.” Beatrice huffed. “That was a stupid story.”
“Oh.” Cyndi mumbled as they stepped into her room. “Why do you think that?”
“That’s not what you’re supossed to do with Barbie dolls! You don’t wiggle them around trying to get them to kill each other! Barbie dolls are for dress-up and making them go and dates and looking pretty and stuff.”
Cyndi scrunched her face up. “What does that mean?”
“It means you play fun, girly stuff with them.” Beatrice explained as she surveyed her dollhouse and dolls along with the rest of the room. “ I’ll show you.”
She strutted over to the dollhouse, as Cyndi watched her quizically, and started pulling something out.

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