It was a chilly autumn day. Firey colored leaves swirled in the wind, flying to the sky then floating back down to the ground. The warm colors shone bright against the dull, cloudy sky. The sun's rays were dulled by the clouds, giving the earth a dull, dim light. The village was quiet today. Few people walked around, most deciding to stay in their houses, away from the chill of the wind. The clouds threatened rain. More people began to hide away inside buildings, sitting by their fires.
On the outskirts of the village, there was a figure buried by leaves, unknown to the people. The leaves rustled slightly, and what looked like a tiny girl surfaced to the top of the leaf pile. She lay on top, blankly staring upward. Her clothes were torn, her shoes worn, the ribbons in her hair frayed and dull. She, overall, was dusty and looked like she had been in the same place for a long time. This girl was a doll. A thin crack in her face was yet another sign that she wasn't being taken care of. She had been laying there for a very long time. She didn't know how long. Earlier, about 2 weeks earlier, she had been shattered to pieces by a careless man who had picked her up, just to toss her down. Even though she was a doll, she felt pain. Why couldn't they understand that? She had been laying in this leaf pile for 2 weeks now. She had a tendancy to lay in the same spot for an incredibly long time, just thinking. In her stare, a doll's stare, there still was a certain something about her eyes that showed she was intelligent. But, nobody was careful enough to see it. She watched as the clouds began to gather and drift apart, then gather again. Why was everyone allways in a hurry? They couldn't even show the slightest bit of compassion and pick her up? Put her in a safe place? Apperantly not. The only difference between her and a normal doll not was the scowl on her face. She glared at the sky, not caring if it rained. It could pour. She didn't care. She wouldn't get sick. She was a doll. She scanned the area above her again. It began to rain slightly, and a drop fell on her face. It trickled into the crack on her face, reminding her once again of how the crack got there. She sighed. She wasn't even supposed to exist. She was an outcast. She didn't want to be a doll, she didn't want to be cast away. She narrowed her eyes at the sky. Ivy just wanted a friend.