Jack & I
by Andres, fifth grade writer
Me and Jack, we are always together, always playing, and always making trouble. Jack’s my imaginary friend. He’s only one-inch high and one-inch wide. Jack is white and black, not to mention he is round. My parents don’t believe me, my brother thinks I am crazy, and my teacher sends me to the principal’s office just because I talk about him.
One day, on a Saturday afternoon while I was playing video games, Jack had a great idea when I was playing race cars. He said, “Instead of playing race cars in a video game, why don’t we play race cars in real life?!?”
“Nice!” I said. We grabbed a cardboard box, cardboard, and wheels. We went driving all over the house. All of a sudden, my dad came out of his bedroom. By accident, Jack and I tripped my dad by his leg.
“Go put that stuff in the garbage and go to your room!” He grounded me for a month. It was sooooooo boring.
After that, I had a talk with my dad about Jack. I described Jack. After a while, I noticed that my dad was smiling. His eyes were getting watery. In a second, he busted out sobbing for 2 minutes. Later, after the crying, my dad said that Jack had been his imaginary friend when he was my age. I was grinning for a bit.
Then Jack poked his head out of my pocket, and Dad was flabbergasted. A bit after, Dad left the room. I ended up playing hide and seek with Jack. “On one condition,” he said, “I want your father to play too.” I called for my dad. I could tell that he really wanted to play just by looking at his face. It was really fun.
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StarBright
by Julia, sixth grade writer
I’m Kaitlyn and I had an imaginary friend named StarBright. StarBright was miraculous! She was a gorgeous shade of moonstone blue, could fit into your pocket like a cell phone, and had a very special super power! Her power was traveling through time! I know, it was amazing! StarBright was my best friend in the whole wide world.
One day, when I was playing in the backyard, listening to the birds chirp, StarBright noticed that I was looking glum.
“What’s wrong Kaitlyn?” StarBright asked politely.
“Well, we’ve been doing the exact same thing EVERYDAY and I ‘m getting bored of it!” I groaned with gloom and a sigh.
“Then let’s have some real fun,” StarBright said with a sly look on her face. StarBright sprinted into the garage.
“What is she doing?” I thought to myself while waiting for her to come back.
What StarBright was doing was traveling back in time. StarBright was getting an egg of some sort from millions and millions of years ago. StarBright came back into the backyard carrying the egg. It was big compared to StarBright, like a person and a skyscraper. When I saw StarBright, I was startled.
“What is that?” I asked curiously.
“It’s a pterodactyl egg! I got it so that we could care for it when it hatches!” she yelped with excitement.
“Awesome!” I screeched with joy.
The egg that StarBright brought to the backyard must have been pretty warmed up because it hatched two hours later. Out of the egg sprouted an adorable, baby pterodactyl. StarBright and I were ecstatic! We held the pterodactyl in our arms and cradled it until it fell fast asleep.
Later on, my Mom came outside to check on me.
“WHAT IS THAT?” she screamed.
“A pterodactyl,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Where’d it come from?” she asked more calmly.
“StarBright went back in time and got it,” I said while looking at StarBright.
“StarBright? Who’s that?” Mom asked suspiciously.
“My imaginary friend,” I said smiling.
“Well, I used to have an imaginary friend named StarLight,” she said, sounding confused.
I was confused too. “StarBright, what’s going on?” I asked curiously.
“Well, I used to be your Mom’s imaginary friend too,” she said slowly so that I could take it in.
“Mom, StarBright was both of our imaginary friends!” I exclaimed with surprise.
“REALLY!?!? StarLight didgo back in time once and brought me a caveman!” she laughed with joy.
“Mom, do you want to play with StarBright and ME?” I asked eagerly.
“Sure,” she said, delighted that she was invited.
Then we played all day long with StarBright, Mom, and me!
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My Imaginary Friend, Po
by Amy, seventh grade writer
When l got home from a long and tedious day of school, my imaginary friend Po was waiting for me in my room. Po was a pinky-peach color, with an antenna attached to her head that was shaped like a circle, and she had a magic carpet that could go anywhere you want. I did some homework and Po helped me with a bit of it, but considering that she is intsy-weensy and just the size of a newborn panda cub, it was pretty hard for her to hold an eight-inch pencil. Mom, Dad and my sisters weren't home yet, so I decided to do a good deed by cooking dinner. Po and I decided to cook a mouth watering steak, boiled corn, and cake for dessert.
“Po,” I asked, “where are the recipes for baking strawberry cake?”
“It’s in the cupboard,” Po replied.
As Po and I were cooking the steak, we got gravy splatter from wall to wall and from ceiling to floor. We finished cooking the mouth-watering steak and the boiled corn. We had to put the butter on the hot boiled corn, but in the midst of that task, the slippery spoon of butter flew across the kitchen and landed on the door. When we used the electronic batter to mix the cake, it splattered all over the counter and our faces.
“What are we going to do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know but we will find a way to fix this,” Po said.
Before I could reply, the front door swung open. It was my parents. I could see the shock on their faces.
“How the heck did you make a mess so big by yourself?“ they asked me.
“I didn't do it myself. Me and Po did it together,” I told them, but they wouldn’t listen. They told me that this imaginary friend was way out of control. They scolded me some more and told me to clean up this mess. After I finished cleaning it, up Po came up to me and told me that she going to leave.
“But you can’t,” I pleaded.
“It’s the least I could do.” And with that, Po disappeared into the night, never to return again.
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