My mother was in the hospital bed, she was dying due to cancer. She was on the verge of dying, her body weakened by the relentless cancer that had plagued her for months. The once vibrant and lively woman was now reduced to a frail, pale shadow of her former self. Her family, heartbroken by her deteriorating condition, gathered around her bed, offering support and love in her final moments.

Despite the pain and suffering she endured, her eyes still held a glimmer of hope, a testament to her unwavering spirit and determination to fight until the very end.

Before she was about to die, she wanted to give me this doll, a cherished possession that held sentimental value for her.

"Here Lily, her name is Angela. She protected me all the time when I was younger, it was given to me by your grandmother, so she'll protect you too" my mother said.
"She will?" I asked
"Yea, she will. As long as you take care of her, then she'll take care of you"

My mother gave me the doll and I took it. If it was her dying wish to take care of her childhood toy then so be it.
When her heart stopped beating. The doctors stormed into the room and made everyone leave. When they said my mother was dead, everyone was devastated. Especially me! The moment I cried was the moment I woke up.

"Another nightmare," I thought.
I got out of bed, and I got dressed for school. I live with my aunt now after my mother's death 5 years ago. My aunt owns a big company, and she lives in a mansion. In other words, she's rich. She went on a business trip and now her butler and maids are taking care of me at the moment.

I went downstairs where breakfast was waiting for me. While eating breakfast, I also saw a piece of paper with rules on them. Turns out these are the rules for my mother's doll, Angela. I was fond of the doll years ago, but now that I'm fifteen, I stopped playing with her. I needed to mature, and getting rid of the doll was a way to do that. After I ate breakfast, I left for school and I went into the limo and left immediately.

When I got there, my best friends Brandon and Rosa were waiting for me on the stairs.
"Hey, Lilac!" Rosa said
"Why the nickname Lilac?" I asked
"She's been calling you that for years, and only now you ask?" Brandon said
"We were younger than, and I always hated she called me Lilac!" I yelled
Back in our younger days, she'd always call me Lilac - as if I was a delicate little flower or something! I never liked when she called me that, but I've gotten used to it now.

Anyways, we both went inside the school and we had a passing period and we were just talking. Brandon had to go to the bathroom, and it was just me and Rose for a while until the school bullies Isabelle and Cooper came up to us.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the lesbian freak and the rich brat" Cooper said
"Stop bothering us, you idiots!" Rosa yelled
"Oh, really? Are you gonna tell on us to the teachers? 😉 Isabelle mocked
"No, but we might as well tell your mom!" I yelled

Everyone in the hallway burst into laughter when I said that, and Isabella took off, completely embarrassed ! Cooper chased after her, but not before exclaiming, "You'll regret this!"
"Nice job Lilac!" Rosa said
I still didn't like it when she called me that, but I thanked her and gave her a high five! After getting home, I went upstairs and found my room in total chaos! And, as though that wasn't sufficient, Angela, the doll, was sitting on my bed. Is it possible to figure out how this occurred?