thirteen
Sometimes I wonder if Keeley is only friends with me so I can act as her human barbie doll - although I'm not pretty enough to be one of those plastic dolls.
I can't say being anyone's barbie doll sounds very appealing. The poor things have all kinds of nasty acts performed on them by children; heads ripped off, legs strewn across the room and sometimes they even go as far as shoving them in the microwave until they're a puddle of goo.
Callum was one of those kids. I practically worshipped my barbies as a five year old so he'd hack off all their hair, then pull off the heads and line them along my windowsill as some kind of gruesome mocking.
Needless to say, I had some pretty horrific nightmares about headless dolls as a kid.
Anyway, back to present. Keeley grabs every opport
