Hey! Here are the results to the survey!
Sorry it's kind-of hard to read. I'm still getting used to doing screenshots...comment if you need me to clarify any of the words. Even though I know no one is going to comment, even if they can't understand anything. No one ever does...but that's okay.

Please scroll down to see pictures from my trip that I posted earlier, if you haven't read them already.

What makes me sad:
When I look at other doll blogs and each of their posts has at least two comments, and then I come and check my blog and there are no comments except from my best friends, a really long time ago.

When I ask people to please vote on my poll, and I see that 15 people view my website after I post that, and I only get one more form entry.

These are the things that make me sad about my website :(

1. Only four more school days!
2. The survey results! (I didn't delete them on accident this time ;) )
    -How would you rate my website?
                 >5-best= 4 votes
                 >4= 3 votes
                 >3, 2, and 1= 0 votes (I'm obviously doing SOMETHING right!)
     -Out of these, what do you like best about my blog?
                 >The new Tween Girls Daybook=0
                 >My photostories=7
                 >Pictures you put up in a gallery=0
                 >My Short Stories=4
                 >My random posts!=2
     -Do you ever have any questions to ask me?
                 >Yes, lots of times=0
                 >No, never=1
     -Do you have anything else to say about my blog?
                 >"Your blog is awesome"
                 >"i love it"
                 >"it rocks!"
                 >"it's awesome"

So, yes, thank you to anyone and everyone who voted! ;)

3. I have moved the Dolls' room! It used to be by my bedside table, but it got too crowded there. Their room is now under my desk...here are pictures!
So, yes, that is their new room. The each have one containter that holds their clothes, shoes, and accessories. I wrote their initials on their boxes so they wouldn't get them mixed up. Also, that cloth that's on Elizabeth's sleeping bag (on top of her container) is now made into a dress for the dolls (see older post).

I am also thinking of sewing them an apron...the fabric I have is a kind-of light green with flowers as decoration...what do you think? I'll post pictures if I make it.

I have a new survey on the sidebar! Sorry, I'd post the outcome of the last one, but I deleted it on accident! :( I won't do that with this one! Please vote!

Also, I probably won't be doing as many posts, I'll be busy with other things (including the treasure hunt, and YOU can free up my time by helping me out with that! see below for details). So thanks, I'll post as much as possible, but remember, please vote on my survey and please help me with my treasure hunt!

Hey Girls! I posted earlier about how I wanted some help about what to do on my blog. Well, I deleted that post, because I've thought of something to do! I love to write, so why not write a short story about my dolls? As Thistle loves to write, she helped me come up with the story, and even a story of her own, which she will be posting on Three American Sisters soon!


Teetee woke suddenly as she felt herself tugged out of her bed by an unseeable force. She could feel hands wrapped around her ankles, and her first thought was, Is it time for breakfast already? But she knew immidiately that wasn't the case. Mama would never pull her out of bed. She would gently wake her. Lizzy and Thistle were way too gentle to even think of doing such a thing to their sister.

Teetee realized that the people tugging on her ankles were masked in black, and as she looked at them, she felt as though she was being sucked into a black abyss. She gasped for breath and reached out, trying to see her hand. What was going on? Was she being...kidnapped?

Looking around, she saw that she was in a black sack and understood the sudden black abyss she had unexpectedly felt. Teetee realized how calm she was. She knew it wasn't a dream, but there was some hope that it was a dream, that she would be carried to the end of the earth to look at the stars, then wake up in her cozy bed at home with her sisters. But she knew it wasn't a dream. Panic rose in her uneasily, and she began to struggle. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her voice seemed unable to work, her voice box closed helplessly.

She couldn't get out.

Thistle stretched and sat up in her bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Looking around, she noticed that Teetee's bed was empty and unmade. That's unusual, she thought to herself. Teetee's not usually up until breakfast. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she pushed the thought out of her mind. Maybe she went down to help Mama with breakfast, even though it was usually Lizzy that did that.
Thistle rose from her bed and chose her clothes for the day, quickly getting in her favorite blue dress. When she came out, she saw that Lizzy was beginning to rise. Glancing at the clock, Thistle knew that breakfast wouldn't come for another half hour at the least. She walked over to her desk, where her computer beckoned to her. Sitting down, she opened it and typed in her password. The screen came to life to reaveal an open Word document. She was the only one with Word; neither Lizzy or Teetee would ever use it. Reading the last paragraph she had typed, she began to move her fingers gracefully over the keys, the words flowing out of her easily. It seemed too soon that Mama poked her head through the door.

"Breakfast!" she called, looking to where Lizzy was painting at her table and then at where Thistle was. Mama smiled. "It never varies. You two at your desks, doing your stuff, and Teetee still in be..." Her eyes flickered to Felicity's bed, and a look of confusion crossed her face. "Where's Teetee?"

"We thought she was down helping you," Thistle told her, bewildered.

"No, she's not," Mama answered, still looking confused. The dull ringing of the phone from the living room brought them all out of the Doll Room.

"Maybe it's Teetee?" Lizzy suggested hopefully. Mama crossed the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Pause. "Uh, who's this?" Pause. A look of terror replaced the confusion on Mama's face. "E-excuse me?" Pause. "But-but you can't do that!" Pause. "You-you...We will get you for this!" Pause. "I-I wasn't threatening you! Just go away!" Mama slammed the phone back into it's position and broke down crying. Backing away in surprise, Thistle wondered, horrified, who had been on the phone. She had never seen her mother like this.

Lizzy walked cautiously up to Mama. "Mommy?" Thistle heard her whisper. Thistle walked over to them as Mama lifted her face from her arms. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she gathered the two Dolls to her. Thistle faintly noticed the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen.

"Oh dear," Mama whispered into their ears. Taking them by the shoulders, she pulled them away from her and looked them in the eye. "Honies, there was a man on the phone just now." Thistle could tell it was taking all of her courage to tell them this. "The man-he said that he had...well, he has Teetee."

Thislte's eyes stretched wide. "You...you mean that he kidnapped her?" Mama hesitated, then nodded very slowly. Thistle could feel her face growing hot as tears came to her eyes. She understood now why Mama had cried. "How could they?" she cried unhappily as Mama gathered her in her arms.

"It...it's okay," Lizzy said, though Thistle knew that it wasn't okay. "She's probably on her way back. And if she isn't...well, we'll have to go and get her, won't we?"


Teetee woke groggily, her first thought, Why is this matress so uncomfortable? Observing her surroundings, she noticed that she was in a barren, steel room with nothing but the feeling-like-it's-wooden mattress she was on and a dresser (which, under further investigation, was empty).

She tried to remember the night before. She remembered a dream about a black sack and being kidnapped, but...wait. That wasn't a dream.

A scratching noise coming from the door aroused her from her thoughts. A plate with a plate-like bowl full of clam chowder was pushed under the door. Realizing how hungry she was, Felicity heaved herself out of her hard bed and tasted the soup, realizing unhappily that it was cold.

She needed to get out of here.


Hope you guys like it so far! Please comment and tell me what you think, and tune in later this week for Part 2! I've run out of time for now, but THERE WILL BE MORE! Thanks to all of you for reading! Check out Three American Sisters around the time I post Part 2 for Thistle's Short Story!


(P.S. By the way, I have now posted my first survey on the margins of my blog. Please vote! Once I have over 10 people who have done the survey, I'll take it down, post the outcome on here, and do a new one!)