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American Girl Doll Restaurant September 15, 2010

Filed under: Acting,Addy,Julie,Kit,Videos — Madeline@AGDC @ 7:28 AM

As some of you may have heard, I uploaded my newest American Girl doll movie, American Girl Restaurant, on Youtube about a week ago. Since some of the younger girls aren’t allowed to go on Youtube, for the sake of some bad videos that can be found there, I’ve posted it here! And if you’re feeling to lazy to search it up right now, this will also do you good. ūüôā

Enjoy! Thanks for watching!!!

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The True Friend-Part 2-Violetta Von Quithal October 8, 2009

Filed under: "True Friend" theatrical play,Acting — Madeline@AGDC @ 9:27 PM

NOTE: PLEASE READ “THE TRUE FRIEND-PART 1” BEFORE READING THIS PART. SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT. THANK YOU! ALSO, I DON’T HAVE ANY PICTURES FOR THIS STORY. PLEASE IMAGINE THE PLOT IN YOUR HEAD! I MAY ADD PICTURES LATER. THANK YOU.

Elizabeth Smithans lay down on her bed in her room. She had told her parents about her choice of befriending a poor girl named Millie. Well, for Elizabeth, you couldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. Meaning, she had found a friend in Millie, who looked like a nasty,sick farm girl on the outside. And Elizabeth’s family and authority at the mansion she lived in were the first to judge a movie by it’s preview. Meaning, they were not welcoming to Millie and hated the idea of their elegant daughter to be playing with such a slob, as Elizabeth’s parents and Mr. and Mrs. Melee had said. “What have I done?” she questioned tearfully. “I don’t know how I got into this mess. A lie here and trick there doesn’t help like I thought it would. Wrong’s don’t make a right. But I don’t have anyone to call on. I mean…. I just wish there was someone to help me.” Elizabeth felt a sudden spark as she said those last words. “But..there…is!..” the spark said mysteriously. Elizabeth didn’t know what it meant, so she just said to herself she could deal with it later.

Finally Mother came in. “Elizabeth,dear, Today is Wednesday. You’ve been punished since Sunday, and your punishment will last until Saturday. I’ve talked to your father, and you are allowed to have one free day, just today, since your punishment is so long.” She said. Elizabeth rolled over, thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was her chance to make things right. “Really, Mother? Thank you for giving me a chance.” Mother smiled and told Elizabeth, “I’ve got plans for you, my girl. Mrs.Von Quithal has invited you and I to a tea party with her and her daughter Violetta. We will go in a little while, so get yourself ready.” Elizabeth smiled wearly. She was very grateful that her mother made plans just so her daughter could enjoy a day in her punishment, but Violetta was the last person Elizabeth needed to see now. But her mother was so kind to do this all for Elizabeth, so she said “yes.” Of corse the tea party couldn’t last all day, so maybe there was still hope to see Millie.

About 30 minutes later Elizabeth and Mrs.Smithans headed out the door and to the carriage to begin the trip to the Von Quithal Mansion. Like the Smithans, the ¬†Von Quithal family was rich and elegant. They had a big family with lots of children who were kind to the people they met. As said before, the Von Quithals were elegant, pleasing, kind, and generous…. all the them had these characteristics except for.. the 12 year old girl name Violetta. Violetta was spoiled, and very hateful to people when she didn’t get her way. She wasn’t elegant, she always wanted, wanted everything that was new and cool. It seems strange that such a girl was in such a family. Perhaps it was because she was adopted from a home where she was abused and not treated fairly. She was 5 when she was adopted and though she was young, she never forgot the words that had been said to her in the past.

Elizabeth and her mother arrived at the Von Quithals soon after the carriage ride and Elizabeth was greeted with friendly “hi!” and waves from the younger Von Quithals, and Mrs. Quithal soon came over. “Hello! Oh, I’m glad you are here. Violetta, I’m sure, will be happy to see you too. VIOLETTA! COME DOWN HERE!” Down the steps came a girl with who wore a look that said “I really wish I didn’t have to do this!” She grumbled and came over to Elizabeth and Mrs. Smithans. “Say hi, Violet. You remember Elizabeth, don’t you? She’s just a year younger.” Mrs. Von Quithal sad. Violetta turned to Elizabeth and said, “Hey. So whatcha want to do?” Mrs. Von Quithal turned to her daughter. “Violetta, I’ve arranged a tea-party for us four. Go get your dress on and meet us down. ¬†Violetta made a face then said, “Ok. Whatever.”

Everybody met in the tea room, which was already set up for two ladies and their girls. Elizabeth took her seat next to Violetta, and two girls sat across from the women. Evidently, Violetta’s idea of a nice, tea party dress was ¬†different from Elizabeth’s. Violetta wore a thin, blue, sleeveless dress which was short. She had on flip flops and a hat on her head that covered the bow in her hair. In contrast, Elizabeth wore a full, plump tea party dress with petticoats and boots and a big hairbow in her hair, with no hat. Mrs. Von Quithal must have noticed it too, and she sighed at her daughter’s dress choice. And she knew there was no convincing Violetta’s little stubborn mind. Elizabeth wasn’t thinking of dressing nicely or anything, and wasn’t trying to judge Violetta at all when she said, “I like youe dress. It’s.. It’s not something I think I’d wear, but it’s nice.” Violetta looked sharply at Elizabeth. “Look, I know it’s not even full underwear for you and your elegancy, but it’s my style. I’m ¬†SORRY.” After the the tea sandwiches were served, Elizabeth caught that Violetta had been staring— And was that SMILING?–at her!!! “You know…” Violetta said shyly. “I..um.. have skateboard girl shoes with wheels at the bottom. Like, a skateboard on your feet. I..I can show you how to do it after this thing if you wanna?” Elizabeth thought about this. This wasn’t something she’d want to do everyday, she was sure she’d fall, but maybe it would be good for their friendship that seemed impossible, and after all, Elizabeth wasn’t sure about how many friends Violetta actually had. Maybe she was secretly exited about Elizabeth coming, but didn’t know when to show it. Maybe the harshness before came from shyness???

“Ok, I’d like that.” Elizabeth said. So after the party, Violetta took her out to the driveway of the mansion and put on the shoes. Then she showed Elizabeth some tricks she had learned. Soon, though, she gave the wheeled shoes to her. “Here, I can show you,” she said to her new friend. Violetta pushed Elizabeth onto the pavement and showed her how to stand and skate. Elizabeth soon got the hang of it, and the two girls took turns until Violetta brought up something serious. “Elizabeth,” she began. “I’m… I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. I’ve been rude and spoiled. I was secretly looking forward to your coming, but I take almost every thing as an insult. When you said you liked my, dress, I was sure it was an insult. But you’re ok. I like that we can be friends.” Elizabeth was right! She but her lip and smiled at the girl. But the setting sun instantly reminded her of Millie. Oh, Millie!

TO BE ¬†CONTINUED….

 

The True Friend-Part 1- A New Friend? October 4, 2009

Filed under: "True Friend" theatrical play,Acting,Felicity,Kit,Samantha — Madeline@AGDC @ 9:23 PM

IMG_1490“Elizabeth Amelia Smithans! Did you not hear what I said?” The gruff voice of Mrs. Melee broke Elizabeth’s thoughts. “I am sorry, Mrs. Melee. My mind was in a whole different place. Won’t you forgive me!” Mrs. Melee made a face. “I GUESS I can let you off this time, Miss Smithans. But don’t make me repeat what I say again! Now go off to your recess, you can finish your work tomorrow morning.”

IMG_1493But Elizabeth didn’t feel like playing. She sat on a bench in the yard of the huge Smithans Manison. She sighed and looked through her satin purse that held her most valuable items. In it was a beautiful trimmed hankerchief that belonged to her great-grandmother. Wrapped inside the beautiful item was a tiny coin that belong to her great-grandfather. The coin was very old ¬†and one of the rarest of its kind. It was worth fortunes, and only her parents, great-grandparents,and God knew she had it. No one else in the entire universe. But Elizabeth wanted just one more person to know. And that was a best friend. There were no more kids at the mansion, and she was more lonely than ever. She often thought about it in school, and her thoughts carried her away. Suddenly, Elizabeth heard a rustling noise. She looked up to see a flash go by her. “Hello?” she called, and stood up.

IMG_1495The flash went by again, and now Elizabeth could see that it was a girl about her age. Elizabeth tingled with fear and exitement. Could this be who she was always waiting for? The flash went by one more time, but Elizabeth stopped it. But when she saw that she was holding on to a dirty, unkept girl, she jerked her hand away. The girl was breathing hard. She had on old, patched overalls and nothing else. She had short, dirty hair which was a pale brownish-blonde color. The girl had freckles all over her face, and had lips which were almost the blue color of her eyes. She had tan skin and was carrying a bag made out of a flower sack. Elizabeth gasped. This must be one of those people her parents told her about. “They are disgusting, mean little people,” Mother had said. “Why?” Elizabeth had asked. “Because,” had said Father. “They don’t have money. They can’t afford anything so they turn sick and rotten.” Elizabeth had believed her parents but now that she looked at the girl, she noticed something different about what her parents had described.

IMG_1503The girl WAS sick. ¬†She HAD disgusting features. But she wasn’t mean or rotten. Elizabeth could tell by looking in her eyes. They were a beautiful blue and were sweet. When Elizabeth met face to face to her, the girl looked down at her toes and waved a little at Elizabeth. “Hi.” The girl coughed. “I’m Millie. Short for Mildred.” Millie had a sweet southern accent. “Hello,” said Elizabeth. “I’m Elizabeth. Short for Elizabeth Amelia Smithans. The girl named Millie giggled. “You’re nice.” she said. “Thank you,” said Elizabeth said. She led Millie to the bench, but then stopped. What if her parents or anyone else saw her with Millie? They would both get in big trouble. “But we can’t talk her. Follow me to my secret hiding place. It’s only me and my special friends!” The girls talked and talked, and Elizabeth had an idea. “Millie, come to my house on Saturday. Wear really nice clothes and comb your hair, and we can have tea!”

IMG_1509As Elizabeth skipped back to the house, she thought about something. She liked Millie just the way the girl was, poor or rich. But for the tea party, Elizabeth strictly told Millie to wear something really nice. If her parents saw how “nice” Millie was, then they would let the girls play. But if they saw who Millie really was, they would never let Elizabeth even go near her. Was she tricking Millie??? Elizabeth wasn’t sure.
When she got back, Mrs. Melee stomped towards her. ¬†“Elizabeth Amelia Smithans!!! You were out late!!!!! And you left your stink “prize possessions” on the bench. I thought I should throw them away, but then your mother would be furious. But she’d also be if she knew about you leaving them!!!!! I am going to hold on to your little “prizes” for ahwile, so I hope you didn’t get too comfortable with carrying them around! Now go to bed!!!!” Elizabeth sobbed to bed, having so much on her mind.

IMG_1513Saturday came fast. Elizabeth had lied to her parents about a Millie the night before and wasn’t sure if she should tell them the truth. She wondered how she could pull this off. Even if she did, she didn’t think she would feel so good about it. But no turning back now. Millie was on her way and Mother was setting up the Tea Room. When Elizabeth opened the door, she gasped. Millie was wearing rags. She had some pants on that were too little for her and made out of feedsack, and Millie was also wearing a robe much to big for her on over that. The robe was flower print and very nice, but it wasn’t used in the right way. She had no shoes and had a brown lace for a hair ribbon. It looked awful. But Elizabeth couldn’t say anything. It must of had to been Millie’s very best.

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“Millie, come in. Oh, don’t mind meeting my parents, I’ve already told them about you. Quick, come in the Tea Room.” Elizabeth rushed to make everything hidden and perfect. ” ‘Lizabeth, you’re acting kind of strange.” Millie said. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just don’t let my mom and dad see you.” Elizabeth said. “Why?” asked Millie. “Honestly, ‘Lizabeth, something must be wrong. Tell me.” Elizabeth let out a shaky breath and began her story. “Millie, you’re right. There is something to tell you. When I met you I was so happy to find a friend. I was happier than ever and you were so sweet, and I loved you for who you were. But, something was wrong. I was rich, you were poor. It doesn’t seem to matter, and it doesn’t, but to my parents it does. They….they…. they’d be embarressed ¬†to know that I was playing with somebody like you. So when I made friends with you….I..I lied, ok??? I’m sorry.” Millie’s eyes widened. “Oh, so that’s the truth! I knew I should have listened to my Mama when she said not to mess with those rich girls! You may like me for who I am, but you just want to make yourself look good!!!! You don’t care about me, you lie your head off so your Mama doesn’t think you’re playing with “a girl like me.” Well, you know what??? I think you should just go tell her the truth, because I am leaving!!! I thought you were a true friend! Ha! SILLY ME!!!!!” Elizabeth tried to stop Millie but ¬†the girl stomped out. “OH,NO!” said Elizabeth to herself. WHAT HAVE I DONE???”

STAY TUNED……