All Doll'd Up

 Our story begins with dried dirt clumps crunching crisply under a pair of trusty old ankle boots worn by a girl named Tenney, as she sauntered down an unfamiliar path with the utmost uncertainty.  You might be wondering, where is she? Where does our story begin? Well, these are excellent questions, ones that she’d also like to know the answers to, because at this particular moment, Tenney was completely lost. So, if you find out the answer to those questions... Please share with the rest of the class. Everything that led our dollie friend to being dropped off in the middle of nowhere happened so fast, that she barely knew what it was that even happened. One minute she was on her way to the hotel, so close that she could hear a warm bath running and a comfy bed calling her name, Then next thing she knew, she’s tramping through weeds with a dead iPhone and a so-so sense of direction. Of course it’s the one time we didn’t travel together, she mumbled, checking her phone again l...