Imaginary Friend Book Novels & Stories

“What sort of a question is that?” “Just thinking out loud. I have been thinking about a lot,” she hooked her hand through mine again so that we could continue walking toward the main school area. “You know I read that book, I can’t remember the title, that you read last summer and I kept thinking about the other friend who secretly envied her best friend and wanted everything she had including her boyfriend.”

“The what?” “You need to be invited into a room, right?” I shook my head, hating that she looked disappointed. She was funny, and direct, and a little odd in a way that made her at once awesome and approachable. I was ten, and I already liked her more than anyone I’d ever met. “Can you at least read my mind? What am I thinking about?” “Um.” I scratched my nose. “That book you like. With the witches?” “Not fair, I’m always thinking about that book. What number am I thinking?”

And my eyes find a very thick book that discusses the questions of SBMPTN that I can estimate 968 pages thick. I closed my eyes holding back emotions, how could I be mistaken for a ghost, let alone the person in front of me no matter when I want to shake someone's head, he should just use a notebook. patient... patient... Remember, she's the best friend of the girl you love to die, my mind reminds. "Anyway Bro Will, the you’re not moving, even though i called you," murmured Mida. Hmm... So I feel guilty. "Yes... I'm sorry, Mida?" I said sincerely, however I was wrong because my day dream did not know the place.

It was also creepy but I was interested and there I read a weird story that I realized was talking about me. "The young boy Maximus found a book on his dad's bookshelves. He found the book of a wizard. There, he found nothing inside, but words will be started to form as he was unaware of the magic that hides in it," I read the prologue and it made me freak out. It was talking about me, so I was confused about why this book is strange. I tried to share it with my brothers but they are uninterested in books except for Enzo, who didn't believe me when he saw nothing from the book. He called me a liar and a freak.

"Your friend? Did one of the Wayne pack children come over to play through the back gate?" "No," Heidi said, shaking her head so hard her pigtails bounced. "Not a pack kid. My new friend. He stays in the woods behind the swing set. He’s an imaginary friend, I think. Because he can disappear like a ghost." Amora’s heart gave a sharp, heavy thud. She forced her facial muscles to remain relaxed, keeping her voice completely calm so she wouldn't frighten her daughter. "An imaginary friend?" Amora murmured, glancing past Heidi’s head toward the dark, silent tree line outside. The ancient pine trees stood like tall, black spears against the gray sky. "What does your new friend look like, Heidi?"

But as fast as it came, it turned into a frown, "No. Tell me your problem, I'm going to be your future brother -not by blood- soon, Vanchel." With eyes widened, I blinked a lot of times before clearing my throat. "Okay." "Thank you." He nodded, "Go on." "Let's just say that I read a book where the main character loves her best friend. But her best friend loves another girl and asked help from his best friend and his best friend helped him and they got together and his best friend got sad and yet every time the best friend got a rocky relationship with the person he loves, he seeks help to his best friend and his best friend is always there for him and it's unfair." I rambled, trying to keep

I wondered how old she was, hundred, thousand or millions. "How old are you."I couldn't help but ask blunting out my thoughts. "Trust me you don't want to find out, now let's find answers," she started, sitting on the recliner in front of me. "So you mean this book have a the answers.." I trailed off unsurely. "Yes my dear, This book holds all the answers and is never wrong. It was written by my best friend and i" "You have a best friend. "I said shocked not expecting that ,who was her best friend.

Kaida tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was a shy kid and had trouble making friends. Part of me thought that's what he wasan imaginary friend I'd conjured. My parents were nice people and very supportive, but they were...distant. We'd often spend hours in the same room and not say anything. They gave me a lot of space, more than most parents would give a child." She huffed a sarcastic laugh. "I could've snuck out of the house to have an affair with Ozzy Ozbourne and snort eighty grams of coke up my nose, and they wouldn't have been the wiser."

It quickly disappeared though, making me feel like I was over reading things. She suddenly stopped talking to stare at me. “What?” I asked in surprise. “I’m talking too much,” an awkward laugh escaped from her as she rubbed the back of her neck in a nervous gesture. “What? No, I’m the one that asked you to tell me about the book, remember? You remind me of my friend. He loves supernatural creatures like you too and he is always talking about traveling the world and meeting them. The both of you will make good friends,” “Yeah? He is your friend in your old pack?”

Which resulted in me always reading books and I was okay with that. When I was reading my books I would visualize the world that was described on the many pages in my hands. Dragons, castles, dystopian worlds, and so much more. The characters became my friends, enemies, and sometimes lovers. I imagined me living in the stories as an escape from my horrible reality. I would do it now, but I didn't think David will give me books I like. "I know there are a lot of options. How about the Lion King?" David asked.