Novel & Cerita Imaginary Friends House

I could tell they were barely able to hold on, either from yelling at her pretentious wishes or running for the hill with no payment. The first floor of our home was totally transformed. Many dark-colored balloons in red, blue, and green were placed on the walls and near the doors. On them were painted dozens of characters from famous games like, League of Legends and World of Warcraft to Super Mario. Two-meter high cartoon figures of elves, dwarfs, archers, assassins, superheroes, and scary creatures were peaking from every corner with serious expressions on their faces.

I didn't even realise how stupid I looked with my mouth dropped to the floor. "Why yes! It took a while to save up but I finally got my dream house!" I kept on admiring the house from the entrance gate. The front of the house had polished wooden planks that led to the huge door of the two storey building. A minute after we rang the bell, the door opened with a click and I saw Sam's friends, Jack and Jessica! I gave each of them a tight hug as I was a huge fan of them too. They made quite a lot of appearances on Sam's channel. Did you know they live together in this very house? All of us were so happy to meet each other.

I smile at her and she blush. "I'm sorry.. I.." "Ask your question , I'm fine." She nod again and tap her chin like who's thinking. "I have a lot of questions but let's go with who's that weird guy that barge into your house. How many houses do you have ?" "His name is Reid. We're close friends right from highschool. And about how many houses I have , i don't really know. This is one of my temporary base , I come here when I wanna be alone. Second question."

They just lurk around and try to take a peek. But when I'm home, Angel will always disappear and wait for me in my room. He said that my grandma may disapprove of our friendship. Since she can also see spirits as well, she might misinterpret Angel. So I just let him hide from grandma. After all, he's just an imaginary friend for me.

I’d grabbed it all from a nearby toy shop earlier that day while waiting for a coffee that cost less than a sneeze. The girls screamed in delight, jumping up and down, hugging me like I was Santa Claus, a fairy godmother, and a Disney princess rolled into one. We sat on the floor, playing with dolls and setting up a make-believe restaurant where Micah was the head chef and I had to order imaginary spaghetti ten times just so she could yell “COMING RIGHT UP!” Tita Maribel laughed from the kitchen. I looked around the tiny home. Cramped but full of love. The sound of laughter, the scent of rice steaming, the girls’ giggles as they pretended to charge me $2 for invisible ice cream.

"What's with that look? You're just a waste of space who doesn't even know who his own parents are. You should be grateful Tiffany even looked at you, yet you dare throw a tantrum?" Another one of his friends joined in with a mocking laugh, flicking away his cigarette and grinding it under his toe. "Tiffany, let me be real with you… If you weren't so set on playing this childish game of house, we wouldn't even look at this roach motel." I lowered my eyes, staring at the worn floor beneath my feet where the concrete showed through. The water stains on the ceiling looked like an abstract map, and the bathroom faucet that could never be fixed.

It’s a picture of a house, with little stick figures standing outside it, and underneath, in a child’s handwriting, it says, “Where we’ll all live together someday.” I always thought it was just something my grandmother drew as a little girl. A wish. Nothing real. But after everything you’ve all been building this week. The map. The house. Section Ten. Dave, what if it wasn’t just a wish. What if it was a plan. And what if, somehow, completely by accident, your family’s been building exactly the house she drew, a hundred years later, without ever knowing it already existed first, on a piece of paper, in a box, waiting.

I hissed under my breath. Hazel tilted her head. “See? This is fucked up. She’s already getting under your skin.” I groaned. “You’re both getting under my skin!” Hazel smirked, folding her arms. “Yeah, well, at least I’m real. Your imaginary friend in there doesn’t exist.” Jade scoffed. “Imaginary? Cute. If I were imaginary, you wouldn’t be hearing me, would you, witch?” I threw my hands up. “I can’t do this. Not right now.”

The house was so old that I feared it would fall apart with is in it. There were 4 rooms upstairs and then an antic. I got into my own room and sighed in relief,no one to bother me anymore. It was getting dark already so we got settled in as Aunt Lora prepared dinner with mum's help. I could hear them laughing from upstairs,that's why I hated this house,it was in the middle of nowhere where you would see only farmlands and cows. Gosh. My door opened as my Rebecca walked in with a scowl on her face.

"I’m happy we get to live together again. With you. And the new house. And the swimming pool. Daddy said it looks like Iron Man’s house." I set the plate down on the table, sat, wiped my hands, and finally looked at the screen. "Iron Man’s house doesn’t have fingerprint alarms and bulletproof windows, sweetheart. This place is more like a P*******t-inspired panic bunker." Ash didn’t care. He nodded excitedly and moved the tablet to show me his giant suitcase, already packed with toys, dinosaur books, and what looked like a nugget-shaped character pillow. "Abuela said your house looks like a castle. But with alarms that beep if a fly goes by."