Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friend

This is the story of how I met Celest IRL. I'm not a good of a writer as she is but I promise I'll do my best. So, let's get this over with...

published on February 27, 201455 reads 20 readers 7 completed
Chapter 1.
In a Small Tree

In a Small Tree

*These "chapters" are copied from my old dairy I will not be putting a date to the per-Celest's request, I will be using "Celest" instead of her real name also*
Dear Diary,
Today, we moved to this new neighborhood on the east side of town. It's a bit boring. Mom said that there'd be a bunch of kids, but I don't hear any, and I didn't see any when we pulled in. I think I really not going to like this place. Got to go, there's someone in the living room.

Dear Diary,
My Mom's making me go outside while she talks to a woman with brown hair. So now I'm sitting on a slope at the top of the hill behind my house. There are a bunch of houses beside us, going all the way up the slope. It's a bit boring, but it feels pretty good and I can hear a bunch of birds chirping on the lines above me. There's also a tree, it's small but I guess someone could climb it I can hear some yelling behind me, probably some adults fighting. There's a door opening, starting to get a bit nervous.

Dear Diary,
Today was an odd day, after that door open, I guess I made my first friend. Here's how it went.
The door opened, some yelling, then it slammed back again followed by more yelling.
"Don't worry, they fight all of the time." I turned and in the tree at the top of the slope, was a girl older than me smiling. It's the middle of summer so it wasn't weird that I couldn't see her well. I said to her
"Who are you?" Then she jumped down from the small tree and ran over to me. She said her name was Celest. She told me that she was 10 and that she lived in the house on top of the slope. I was only 7 so she was older than me. She has really pretty blonde hair and green eyes, not to mention she's super tall. She told me all about her cats and how she loved soccer. I told her about my favorite stuff too. We had a really good time. She said that she's the last kid in this neighborhood and that she was super lonely. Well, who wouldn't be? We played till it was dark and I had to go home. I might actually like it here
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Parabolic
ah, some people like that accent when you get older
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on March 02, 2014
Parabolic
so don't worry, I know how you felt and how my might still feel if you ever need any advice about how to help yourself stop bullies, or ways to make them not bother you, just tell me, and I'll help you through it I never want anyone, no matter what go through what I had... not ever as long as I live...
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on March 02, 2014
Groven_Tears
I'm originally from England (UK) moved to America, then moved back again. That's why they made fun of my accent
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on March 02, 2014
Parabolic
what country were you from? (really sorry about all those kids, I had the same problem too, except it wasn't about my accent{I'm a born American} instead they made fun of my ears, they have always stuck out, and people would call me dumbo, It made me really sad when I was younger, but I grew out of it, it went on like that from my first schooling years to even See More▼
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on March 02, 2014
seippup12
awww that so nice to have a friend like dat
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on March 01, 2014
Nightcat
Cool could be a book
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on February 28, 2014
GirlieGurl
Suck myy eggs
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on February 27, 2014