In Chrissa’s POV
I sat outside. It was dark, dreary, and raining. After I had seen what Bethany was holding, I had ran out here. I wasn’t mad anymore, just a little worried. I could hear Hope talking to Bethany about how looking through people’s things is a sin.
Suddenly, I heard a noise.
I turned around and saw a girl trying to climb up onto the porch!
I rushed over to her. “Do you need help?” I asked.
She hopped up on the porch. “I’ve got it.” She smiled cheerfully. “I’m Mandy Brinlie Flood. Who are you?”
“I’m Chrissa Rachel Marie Maxwell.” I smiled back at the girl.
She sat down and emptied her bag.
I sat down as well. “I live here. What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for a place to wait out the rain, and to write a postcard to my best friend Sarah. I hope I’m not intruding.”
Hmmm… I thought. “Do you have a home?” I asked her.
“No.” She shook her head sadly. “Then you can come live with me and my adopted sisters!” I suggested. “Really!?!?” Mandy was surprised. “Yes! I’m sure Hope won’t mind.” I grinned happily and led the girl inside.
So, I have had mercy on you and ended without a cliffhanger! XD Stay tuned for part three, where the dolls will meet Mandy!
Aka Hope 🙂💖😄