Bratz Funny Games

The time is so fast. It seems like just yesterday that I just played with my dolls, then suddenly I find myself in this body developed. How did I become this big at an alarming rate? Maybe someone hit the fast forward button and set it to the max.
I used to remember a time in the summer I climb trees near the house of my grandfather and father screaming at the top of his voice telling me to come down and stay with my Barbie. I was sure he was worried that I am influenced by my male relatives that I am very close with and grow up to be a tomboy or something. He need not worry, even during those times I've had aspirations of becoming a fashion designer like my idols Vera Wang and Monique Lhuiller. Their designs are so dreamy and I often spend hours drawing them. Besides, I do not climb trees to get a good overview of this magnificent and certainly dressed to kill a neighbor who looked out of a fashion magazine.

One day my name will be displayed in fashion magazines, spoken in Paris, New York, Tokyo, Milan and London, the capital of fashion forms throughout the world. My creations are worn by supermodels and sought after by Hollywood stars and wealthy. I want to become a star in my own head, and I will open flagship stores and boutiques worldwide.

I dream a lot about this (and help my father because he doe not have to worry about me climbing trees again) and it is one of those dreams that my friend called me and interrupted my building Dubai branch of my eighth. "Hey BFF. What's up?" Have you heard of Bratz games? "Games Bratz? I did not. Is this a new doll?" This is the first time I heard of Bratz games and it has greatly reduced my time to dream sessions. Since then, I went back several times on the site Bratz dress up games and my favorite Bratz doll dressed as different from Wilder to something elegant.

It's really fun to mix and match their accessories and the results of some models are so funny. It would really hurt me and I would like to find more ways for them to get a more unique. I even held a little contest with my best friend to see who has the most creative costume of our favorite Bratz character. The winner will have to treat each other in some cake at our local ice cream parlor. The judge is usually my little brother who, of course, almost always side with her sister well-loved.

One may wonder at this age, I still play with dressing up virtual dolls to Bratz games. Well, did I mention that, despite this nostalgic thing that I kept mentioning about me climbing trees, I'm still only thirteen years?