Broken Shards

I stuffed my magical doll into my sack, and say goodbye to no one in particular. As I step out the door, I almost immediately spot my friend Eva. She was looking around curiously, like she was waiting for someone.

And that someone was me! Uhuhu.

I take a few quiet-ninja-silent steps toward her, before breaking into a dash and tackling her from behind.

"Gosh darnit, Sena... I just bought this dress! You're lucky I like you." She scolded. Eva stood up and smiled at me, brushing off her pants. The black haired girl seemed to be looking for my doll. She looked me up and down one last time and asked, "...So where's the doll?"

"Silly Eva!" I exclaimed. "The bunny is in my bag." I hastily pulled out the china doll, showing it to her.

"Are you still thinking of a name for that thing?" Eva questioned.

"I was thinking Sylvester."
"Sylvester is quite the mainstream name for a bunny."
"What does that mean?"
"It's way too common."
"How about you suggest a name, then?"
"Daisy."
"How do you know it's a girl?"
"I can just tell."

We trotted on, our footsteps in sync. I guess it could be a girl, although I always assumed it was a boy. I'm starting to think Eva can see into everything.

The lifeless bunny stared at me with that permanent smile smacked on its face. It had simple dot eyes with three eyelashes on each, and a dot nose. Daisy's ears were a long, perfect white. It had a cloak-like dress painted on it. The skin was blue, but the ears were white, which I find quite strange. Nevertheless, it still is a pretty nice doll.

"I guess Daisy is fine for now." I replied.

As we approached our school, I put my doll back into my bag and wave goodbye to Eva, who scurries on to her own class.