Soo . . . I know these pictures seem to look the same. That’s because I did this in my backyard, which was NOT a super great place to take pictures because it’s super cluttered and has too much out-of-proportion junk in the background, so I zoomed in a lot. Plus, for this photostory, the dolls don’t move much, which resulted in not-so-great shots . . . which is why I haven’t posted this yet. I took the pictures a month or so ago, and I wasn’t really happy with it. But the script is pretty funny, so maybe you’ll like it anyway.
Also, you guys were so sweet in the comments in my last post! I’m glad to be back from my never-announced hiatus. In case you missed my announcements, I am now a part-time public schooler, meaning I am not as home as much as I used to be. Plus, skiing just started today, so I don’t get a whole lot of free time this year. I will try to post as much as possible, though!
And now . . . onto the photostory!
“Hello, everybody, and thanks for coming to the family meeting!” I greet my sisters.
“You’re welcome,” McKenna replies. “Can we hurry this up? I have gymnastics practice in an hour.”
“Um, sure,” I say. “Who has anything they would like to share with the family?”
My sisters stare at me blankly.
Le sigh. “Molly, how about you?”
“Oh, I got an A++ on my calculus quiz!” Molly shares exuberantly.
“What a shock,” Crystal yawns, leaning back on AGs in Alaska’s pallet fort.
“Okay,” I intervene. “Lindsey? Did you hear back from that police officer?”
“Chill, Morgan,” Lindsey sighs. “I’ve got it covered. He said he deals with rowdy teenagers all the time.”
“Great,” I say. “How are you doing, Tessa? Anything to share?”
“Excellent!” Tessa replies. “Dance classes are great, and I even decided that I might want to take music lessons as well. Maybe Emily could teach me?”
“Ooh, speaking of music,” Crystal interrupts, before Emily can reply to this. “I got a guitar. Want to see?”
“Um, Crystal, how about we-”
Too late. Crystal runs into the house at the speed of lightning, returning with a turquoise guitar haphazardly strung around her neck.
And then promptly hits the ground.
“You okay there, Crys?” I ask, concerned. The poor dear will prombably start complaining about her smudged makeup any second now . . .
“I’m fine!” Crystal answers, popping back up. “Ready to hear my song?” She begins to sing rather off-key. I grimace.
The rest of my sisters are having the same reaction.
“Will you knock it off already?” Molly groans. “You sound worse than my Intro to Musical Arts professor.”
“Please, Crystal!” Luciana begs. “My ears can’t take any more!”
“Maybe some voice lessons or something . . .” I mutter.
Crystal ponders this for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right, guys. Emily?”
“Yeah, sure, Crystal.”
-End of Photostory-
Belive it or not, I’ve had Tenney’s guitar since April, when I visited the AG Place Dallas. Since then, I’ve collected a few more musical instruments, which may appear in upcoming posts . . .
I’ll check back with you guys later. Have a great Sunday!
American Girls in Alaska 