Closing my window, I look out of th

Closing my window, I look out of the window for a moment, expecting to see the face of who dropped it. Knowing them, they'll cower as always only showing their face when it's convenient. Now Pastor Miller is a bold man, shows his face around my family, and couldn't care less about what he's done to hurt me.I glance down at the black barbie doll and look at the outfit she's wearing. She has big hair like Diana Ross with a typical neon outfit that was hip in the eighties with the typical pink legwarmers. Sighing again for the thousandth time tonight, I stuff the doll in one of my bags before heading back to bed.