The Art of Imaginary Friends

Chapter One

You know those days when reality is just too much? When you need to escape somehow and forget about everything? Those days you wish you had the life of your favourite book character, sure that it would be easier to live their life?

I was having one of those days. I had employed every usual trick. Chocolate, a hot shower, a good book, my favourite band on at high. None of it helped. I still couldn't shrug off the depressed cloud surrounding me. So I gathered my creativity, shaped it into a humanoid form and sent it into the world.

He looked real. Very real. I had shaped him well. Would he work though? I knew I was the only one who could see him and that was an ace up my sleeve but would this backfire?

He and I had to get to know each other so I sat him down on the bed and surveyed him. The eyes I had given him were green with flecks of orange, his nose a little big but it gave him character, a square jaw and dark brown hair that was in his eyes. But did he have a personality?

"What is your name?" I asked him. He just looked at me. I repeated the question before I realized I had not given him one yet so he would not know. So I gave him one.

"It's Nick."

"Cool." I smiled. I liked this guy already.

We talked until my parents came home. I didn't think I could explain Nick just yet.

The End

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