i worked so hard on this until 1am but it still ended up looking cruddy lol
tried going for a bit more of a realistic style.. meh


Her dull blue eyes see the same room every day. Dust gathers on her poised limbs, on her stretched out arms in front of her, on her plastic sculpted pink tutu, on her formerly bright slippers. She an old ballerina doll, unused, unappreciated. She waits for the day when the once little girl will take her down to play with her once again.
One day, a new little girl enters the room. She looks similar to the other girl that owned the toy. The young child's eyes brighten as she takes the doll in her hands, making her dance around the room. She poses the ballerina in different ways, making the toy dance her own unique dance.
If the ballerina could smile, she would be in that moment. For she had found someone else who found worth in her.