After some pondering, you decided that laying low was probably your best bet. Your pride was practically screaming at you to leave the dollhouse, in order to not be played with like a doll. You also weren't keen on your family knowing your "predicament", but that might be the case if you don't act now.
"Time to head out, I guess..." you sigh, realizing that hiding is really your only play here. As you turned to leave the fake room, an idea crossed your mind.
"Screw doing things the normal way;" you say, turning from the doorway to the fake window "I'm doing things the fun way."
Reeling back into an ideal running pose, you examine the window. The empty panes of the window looked big enough, but you needed to make sure this would work... You took off in an Olympian sprint, effortlessly and gracefully flying out the window.
.....Heh. yeah right.
What really happened was you stumbling on your foreign feet, causing you to trip and fall out the window instead. Landing not so gracefully on the carpeted floor of your sister room, you layer there for a few seconds.
"Ow...." You groaned, getting back up. Despite falling essentially a story from your height, the fall didn't hurt as much as you thought I would...
"Crap!" You exclaim, running towards the door with speed that would make Usain Bolt green with envy (at least if everyone was your size). Luckily the door was cracked open a bit, allowing you to make your great escape into the great beyond that also known as your hallway.
You keep running for what feels like hours, even though it's more likely to be 3 minutes, tops. Panicking, you select ____________ as your hiding spot...
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