Novel & Cerita Imaginary Friend Stephen Chbosky

Mark muttered darkly. "Which means?" "Which means, I'm worried about you, buddy. You're the kind of guy who wears your heart on your sleeve, and she seems like the kind of girl who's going to make you regret it." "That's not fair," I told him. "You don't even know her. She's so amazing." "Amazing how? Because you thought Stephanie Edgar was amazing in high school, and she basically pulled a 'Carrie' on you." I rolled my eyes, pushing past the childhood trauma he wanted me to relive. As if it had been as bad as the Stephen King book, 'Carrie'....

My name's Stephanie and I can communicate with animals. Nobody knows about this, not yet, at least. I was only seven years old when I realised this “curse”, so I hid it down to this day. Four months ago, I turned sixteen. At the moment, I'm seated in my bathtub covered breast-length in lathered soap. My brown, curly hair skedaddles above the surface of the bathwater around me. I relaxed, even though I knew I needed to be fast so that I could get dressed and be downstairs right in time.

Chris was six feet tall and one hundred pounds soaking wet, with Coke-bottle glasses and an obsession with elves that leaned toward creepy. 'I know, a miracle, right? He's a good guy though, I just hope he doesn't spend the whole date telling her about his Dungeons and Dragons character.’ We laughed, and for a few seconds, just a short moment in time, everything was back to normal. It passed quickly, followed by more awkwardness. 'Want me to help?' I offered, trying to remove the uneasiness. 'No, I mean, it's not too bad tonight, and the boss is getting pissy about employees letting friends hang out at Wires without spending money. I guess some money came up missing a few days ago too.'

And I was only getting started. Sophie became my obsession. I played with her for hours when she was alone. She would laugh and talk to me like I was her best friend. For the first time since losing Lily, I felt something close to love again. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to stay with me forever. Ryan and Claire grew more concerned. They heard Sophie talking to “Diane” constantly. They took her to a child psychologist. The doctor said it was normal imaginary friend behavior. But Claire knew better.

"Phase One: The Mythos. The two characters in your script, Katie and Micah—they are no longer characters. As of next week, they are real people. We create MySpace profiles for both of them." "MySpace?" he asked, bewildered. "It's where the entire world under thirty lives, Leo. Pay attention," I said sharply. "We build their lives. We give them friends—we'll create a dozen fake supporting profiles to interact with them. We post photos of them at barbecues, at the beach. We write bulletins about their boring, everyday lives. We make them utterly, convincingly real to anyone who stumbles across their pages."

Where is this crazy girl? A tall woman walks in and starts writing things on the board. This must be Ivy's professor. I feel someone's eyes boring on me, so I look at the person next to me. It's a guy I've never seen before, and he is looking at me curiously. "Can I help you?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. He hesitates. "Uh...aren't you the Pitcher from our baseball team? What are you doing here? This isn't your class, is it?"

I just lost my virginity at age sixteen, to my step brother of all people. It's absolutely insane. Now I know why people made a great deal about sex. Other than, what just happened between us two, I have no idea, but it sure was beyond sex. With my senses kicking in that, when we leave this place, we are going to face the harsh side of reality. I say after a gulp. "Let's stay here for a couple of days, No school, no family, friends or anything."

she got up to introduce me to the stranger as I walked up to them, “Imani. She's a student in your school.” I put on my best smile as I turned to the visitor, but my smile froze immediately when I saw who the visitor was. I was hallucinating. I have to be. But I wasn't. “Imani Cole,” he rose to his feet, too. I believe we already have the pleasure of meeting. She's one of my students. I lectured in her class earlier today.” “Ohh, what a small world.” Mom beamed, “I bet you didn't know she's your step-niece. Imani,” she turned to me, even though I was hollowed out and blanked out, “he's Stephan King, Declan’s brother.”

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

It wasn't like I was asking to be this way. Nor did I ever want to be this way. My mother always thought it was a silly little game I made to keep myself entertained. But...what she didn't know, is that I never made him up. I never needed an "imaginary friend", because he was always with me. I just couldn't prove it... "KASEY!!!"