Barbie You're Just Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Breathe guys, you're going to die of that,” As the laughter gradually subsided Rave said the last character he'll imitate. Barbie!! Donald's face flushed. “You're really mean to me, Rave!” Carl muttered. Rave just ignored him and whistled as if he heard no one. Tearfully Donald started dancing ballet while singing Barbie’s famous song. “I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world. I'm a plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair. Undress me anywhere, imagination. Life is your creation”

I shouldn't appear in a photo wearing an outfit I've already worn before. “Wow, this is really beautiful and big. It’s like Barbie’s closet!” my mother commented with a cute giggle. It was true that, in her head, I was still that child who was addicted to Barbie. I just hoped that she wouldn't suffer too much of a blow when she realized that I had grown up and loved me, something that she would never expect.

"What do you mean? I'm really not good at art, Lucy." Lucy smiled. "That's not true. You're just not confident in your abilities. But I believe in you, Barbie. You're an amazing person, and I know you can do anything you set your mind to." Barbie looked at Lucy skeptically. "Really? You think so? I mean I put my mind to get into Harvard and here I am, being roomed with not just one, but three f**king boys"

Not to mention getting my younger sister, Barbie, ready after all of that. Barbie was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Barbie was only slightly shorter than me, standing at five foot three. She took after my dad in looks, taking his straight jet black hair and gray eyes. She also inherited his long legs, and got my mother’s smooth skin. With her pageant looks, I was often compared to her, Barbie being the favorite out of the two of us. I didn’t like to admit it, but I was jealous of all the attention she received. Even our grandma gave her all the attention when we were kids, giving her the nickname Barbie. Her real name was Tracy, but to grandma she was “her barbie”. ****

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

It went like this. I’m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world I have rabies Got it from cammy I have plastic boobs That almost touch my shoes Alex is awesome And got everything natural Chorus Come on Barbie lets go party I ‘m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world Dip myself in make-up To hide up all the pimples You can’t brush my hair Cuz’ it would fall out anywhere I wear weave And I am very ugly. By the end of the song I was laughing very hard. All the cheerleaders were glaring at me and the guys were laughing. Except for Cameron A.K.A Cammy. I pointed to them and laughed again.

"Oh- uh, Barbie called. She wants to hang out with you." "What?" But before I could say or ask anything, the both of them had already left. ### "This dress will look so cute on you!" Barbie squealed, admiring a black dress. "You should like try this on." "Barbie, can we go home?" I sighed. "My feet are killing me." "Okay, but you have to try this top first!" Barbie shoved a pink laced crop top at me. "Barbie." "Please?" I sighed and took the top from her, entered a changing room and quickly tried it on. I think I heard a tearing sound during the process. Oh well.

"Thank you, Barbie." Barbie smiled and winked. "Don't mention it. I'll have to leave you now. If you need anything, I will be two rooms from your left. We'll be eating dinner together along with your roommate if she's willing." Chloe nodded again and in a minute, she was alone in the room. The brunette wondered what power Barbie has. She seemed carefree and unpredictable. Maybe she's like her who wielded one of the main elements. She looked around the room and sighed. The show that she did in the market was the most basic training her mother taught her. But her power was still in progress. She needed to manually clean the room.

'You have a surprise in your phone, check your gallery. I immediately went back to my room and checked my phone. The very first picture caught my attention, it was a picture of me which Aarohi edited and had a caption in bold letters ' You are a monkey'. No doubt I deleted that picture immediately but still, I was not able to control my laugh. Sometimes when I think about her, I wonder how I fell, so in love with her.

How I wish I had a child with her. "Hello sir." I looked at the handsome young boy before me , I could have swore I was starting a a younger version of me. Same brown hair and green eyes ,same pointed noise ,he was also biting his lips unconsciously just like I do when am nervous like right now I was doing the same thing. Thanks to my mom who took so many baby pictures of me I can confidently say this boy resembled me. But how is that possible I looked at his appreance slowly trying to comprehend what was going on.