HELP ME!

HELP! HELP! HELP!

It's Ruthie, no, it's URGENT!

I'm at a post office in Springfield, Illinois. I found a way to hack the computers to blog. I know what you're thinking.
"Oh Ruthie, how did you get to Springfield?"

The American Girl peoples are sending me BACK to New York! I'm so frustrated! They picked me up in my box. One minute, I'm sitting happily with Julie as we make funny faces at each other, and the next, I'm screaming my head of as Julie chases the guy who has my box. He loaded me into the big truck, along with several hundred other dolls.

"JULIE!" I cried. I hopped out of my box before the workerman could shut the truck cargo door. I leapt over Lanies and jumped over Josefinas. I climbed over Kayas and ran past Rebeccas. I was almost at the door, just a few more steps.....

SLAM. The door was pulled shut.

I pounded on the door. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" I screamed and cried and pounded with my hands. I felt the truck start driving, and I fell over. A bunch of other dolls climbed out of their box, a few of them came over to comfort me. I buried my face in my hands and cried. "Julie...." I croaked.

The next day, aka today,  the workerpeople made a quick stop at the post office. Apperantly, a few of the dolls were being shipped to new homes. I managed to sneak ot of the open cargo door and sneak into the manager's office. He was gone, so I sat down and I started making this blog.

Oh no, I hear the workermen getting back into the truck. Gotta run!

Really truly [and sadly],

Ruthie