Where was I? Oh yes. Erik with a metal nail file.
Restraining the urge of grabbing him, I cautiously backed as far away as I could, then I stood up. It made me feel more powerful.
Suddenly I heard someone knocking on my door. I ran to the edge of my stairs and hollered, "Be right there!"
"Sorry about this!" I addressed the dolls as I grabbed them in handfuls and threw them into my closet. Tiny shrieks wafted threw the door as my mother walked up the stairs. Mind panicking, I turned my music on and flung myself onto my bed, breathing heavily. Trying to look innocent, I smiled nervously. "Oh, hi Mom."
"Hi..." She paused a moment, then looked around the room as if she expected me to be hiding something from her. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah." A little voice screamed, "LIAR!" Forcing a laugh, I continued, "Just listening to Phantom."
After staring at me a moment, she shrugged and left. I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. Ok? Crazy alive Barbie dolls do NOT fit into the category.
Getting up, I turned off my music and went to the door. With my hand on the knob, I reconsidered. Let loose wild plastic into the world? Dare I?
What could they do to me if I left them in there? Sure, I would need a whole new set of clothing, and a good explanation as to why I couldn't open my door. But I could handle that.
They were awfully quiet in there. Did Barbies die? Could they sufficate? In the hot, humid weather, even in the evening, my room blazed with heat and stuffiness. I tapped on the door. "Make some noise in there, will ya?" I called, feeling unbelievably foolish.
Nothing.
At first I thought, well, the worst they can do is melt.
Oh my GOD! The window!
I flung open the door, bracing myself. I was sure I would see an empty closet with a small window hanging open, shutter flapping in the breeze. You know how just before something happens, you see it in your head and you just KNOW that's what happened?
Well, this isn't one of those times.
Immediately I was knocked to the floor by Barbie Power.
Struggling to get up, I banged my head against the desk. "Ouch! Damn you stupid bloody toys!"
Gasps went around as I rubbed my aching head. Erik took this opportunity to fling his floss weapon around my neck. Suddenly the image of me, floss noose around my neck, with a tiny Erik trying to lift me up and kill me. I burst into laughter.
Helplessly I sat there, giggling, tears streaming down my cheeks as the Barbies stared at each other. Raoul grabbed Christine and they slowly backed away as Erik glared at me.
What were they going to do, FLOSS me to death?
Wrongo.
Erik stepped to the floor and picked up his plastic staff with the skull on it. Its tiny blue jeweled eyes gazed at me inanimately as I stood and continued to laugh.
Blinking my eyes, I stopped laughing as the Barbies got bigger and bigger...
Come to think of it so did my room.
Before I knew it I was ten inches tall. My eyes widened as I realized what had just happened. Suddenly the floss looked ridiculously threatening.
"What the-" I began.
Erik took deliberate steps towards me. "Now..."
Restraining the urge of grabbing him, I cautiously backed as far away as I could, then I stood up. It made me feel more powerful.
Suddenly I heard someone knocking on my door. I ran to the edge of my stairs and hollered, "Be right there!"
"Sorry about this!" I addressed the dolls as I grabbed them in handfuls and threw them into my closet. Tiny shrieks wafted threw the door as my mother walked up the stairs. Mind panicking, I turned my music on and flung myself onto my bed, breathing heavily. Trying to look innocent, I smiled nervously. "Oh, hi Mom."
"Hi..." She paused a moment, then looked around the room as if she expected me to be hiding something from her. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah." A little voice screamed, "LIAR!" Forcing a laugh, I continued, "Just listening to Phantom."
After staring at me a moment, she shrugged and left. I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. Ok? Crazy alive Barbie dolls do NOT fit into the category.
Getting up, I turned off my music and went to the door. With my hand on the knob, I reconsidered. Let loose wild plastic into the world? Dare I?
What could they do to me if I left them in there? Sure, I would need a whole new set of clothing, and a good explanation as to why I couldn't open my door. But I could handle that.
They were awfully quiet in there. Did Barbies die? Could they sufficate? In the hot, humid weather, even in the evening, my room blazed with heat and stuffiness. I tapped on the door. "Make some noise in there, will ya?" I called, feeling unbelievably foolish.
Nothing.
At first I thought, well, the worst they can do is melt.
Oh my GOD! The window!
I flung open the door, bracing myself. I was sure I would see an empty closet with a small window hanging open, shutter flapping in the breeze. You know how just before something happens, you see it in your head and you just KNOW that's what happened?
Well, this isn't one of those times.
Immediately I was knocked to the floor by Barbie Power.
Struggling to get up, I banged my head against the desk. "Ouch! Damn you stupid bloody toys!"
Gasps went around as I rubbed my aching head. Erik took this opportunity to fling his floss weapon around my neck. Suddenly the image of me, floss noose around my neck, with a tiny Erik trying to lift me up and kill me. I burst into laughter.
Helplessly I sat there, giggling, tears streaming down my cheeks as the Barbies stared at each other. Raoul grabbed Christine and they slowly backed away as Erik glared at me.
What were they going to do, FLOSS me to death?
Wrongo.
Erik stepped to the floor and picked up his plastic staff with the skull on it. Its tiny blue jeweled eyes gazed at me inanimately as I stood and continued to laugh.
Blinking my eyes, I stopped laughing as the Barbies got bigger and bigger...
Come to think of it so did my room.
Before I knew it I was ten inches tall. My eyes widened as I realized what had just happened. Suddenly the floss looked ridiculously threatening.
"What the-" I began.
Erik took deliberate steps towards me. "Now..."