“Annabell, dear, come eat breakfast,” called an old and calm voice. "And don’t bring that darn doll of yours,” called an old and grumpy voice. “Coming Ma,” Annabell called back. “Sorry Matilda, you heard Papa. He’ll give me a tail whooping if I bring you. And I’ll make Mama upset for disobeying Papa.” “Annabell, get down here now! You're even slower than a snail,” Papa called. Annabell quickly placed Matilda down, careful not to break her because she was very fragile. Then ran downstairs. “No running on the steps,” Mrs. Morris said when Annabell entered the kitchen. “Sorry Mama.” Mr. Morris was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. “Did you hear that they put out that fire out down in Chicago?” Mr. Morris asked. “Yes dear, they put the fire out seventeen days ago,” replied Mrs. Morris who was drying a plate. “What’s for breakfast Mama?” asked Annabell who sat down at the table. “Bacon, eggs and biscuits. Otherwise known as the B.E.B,” Mrs. Morris joked. "Hey Hun?” Mr. Morris asked with a concerned look in his eyes. “What is it this time.” Annabell dug into her food and listened in on her parents conversation. “Five days ago a man went into the woods to investigate what everyone is calling ‘haunted’. He still has yet to come out,” Mr. Morris choked. “Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Morris exclaimed. “That’s terrible. The woods is a very unsafe place you know. Annabell you are never to go into the woods. Do you understand me?” Annabell lost hold of the fork she was using and it fell to the floor with a crash. “Annabell! Be more careful! You could have scratched the floor!” Mr. Morris yelled. “Sorry Papa. It was an accident,” Annabell explained. “Whatever. I wish that your Mama gave birth to a boy.” Tears started to form in young Annabell’s eyes. “I go into the woods,” Annabell confessed, her eyes turning red. Everyone in the room went quiet. “What did you say?” Mr. Morris asked. “I go into the woods,” mumbled Annabell with a few tears rolling down her face. “Speak up!” shouted Mr. Morris. “I go into the woods.” Mr. Morris looked like he was about to explode. “YOUR GOING TO BOARDING SCHOOL! GO TO YOUR ROOM!” he yelled so loud that Virginia could hear him from Pennsylvania. A waterfall of tears were rolling down Annabell's face. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be in the woods, but she couldn’t help it. It was like somehow the woods was calling her. YOUR DOLL AIN’T COM’N TO BOARDING SCHOOL WITH YOU ANNABELL. ONLY YOUR CLOTHES, SCHOOL BOOKS, AND YOUR TRAIN TICKET,” Mr. Morris yelled from the downstairs kitchen. Annabell sniffled and hugged Matilda for what felt like hours. She would have continued hugging her if she didn’t have to go to school today. “Oh Matilda, what am I going to do without you?” Annabell cried. Take me with you. Annabell was confused. She didn’t intend to say ‘take me with you’ in her head. Could it have bean Matilda? But how could she do that? She’s just a doll, right?