Neoma Hazel, your average everyday high school girl. She was happy, had friends, and got good grades. She had long honey colored blonde hair that she usually braided and gray eyes. She also was 18 years old born on March 15 1996
It was a nice March night about about six or seven, when Neoma was walking home from a friends. She passed by a small shop that sold dolls, rag dolls and porcelain dolls. Normally Neoma wouldn't go into doll shops but for some reason she had a urge to go in. She opened the door and a bell rang announcing her entrance. Neoma looked around seeing nobody there. She walked over to the shelves and picked up a rag doll. W