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       My friend's name is Molly. She created me when she was only three years old! She made me have short blue hair and purple eyes. She named me Tara.  We are the same age. When we were six years old Molly went to school for the first time. She had made many friends in school, and they had friends like me too! There was georgie, the Dragon, Leeroy, the alien, and Carrie, the unicorn. We had a lot of fun then... But things started to change after second grade. Georgie faded away one day. His friend, Roger, seemed to be a little sad when he left. He wouldn't talk about it to Molly. I think he might have told Leeroy's friend, Nora, though. Leeroy vanished in the third grade. That just left Carrie and me. We tried to think of what happened to them, but couldn't think of anything. How did our friends disappear? Do they not like us anymore? I wondered. Molly would always disrupt my thoughts before I became too sad. She always wanted to play with me around fifth grade. Her parents talked to her without me a lot. Sometimes they would yell at her. Molly would always come back to her room, where I was waiting, and I would always comfort her. I decided it was better not to ask her what it was about. Fifth grade passed by and then we were in a new school in sixth grade. Molly wouldn't talk to me in class anymore like she used to. She made a lot of real friends, but I was constantly feeling sad. She was ignoring me more and more each day until she didn’t talk to me at all or even look at me. She played with her real friends instead of me. When I tried to talk to her she would go on her phone and talk to the real people. I wasn't aware that I didn't really exist then. I didn't realize that my entire existence was tied to her belief in me. I also didn't know or understand why she would stop believing in me. Why did she not care anymore? Was it something her parents had said?

       In my final days, I could feel myself fading. Beginning to no longer exist. I didn't even try to talk to Molly anymore, I just watched my friend growing up for the last time. She would be fine without me, she was already moving on. She was already forgetting me. I would just be a small unimportant memory to her when I left. It was in the final days that I understood all of this. Carrie was probably already gone. I was the only one left, and the only one that could see me no longer realized that I used to be real to her. Even this paper that I am writing will no longer exist. I am writing this because maybe, just maybe, this paper will still be around for someone else to read. Maybe they will be able to see what will happen to them and warn whoever created them about it. If you are considered 'imaginary' please just prepare yourself. It's inevitable. You were created from the mind of a child and all children grow up sooner or later. Just be happy for the great times that you had with them. Maybe there is an afterlife for us just like the real people. Don't be afraid of the feeling of no longer existing. I am experiencing it as I write the for you. It is almost soothing. I suppose that we were always a piece of our creator that meant to go back to where we came from eventually. I am happy

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       Molly finished her homework and walked into her backyard with a small pocket knife in her pocket. The sun was just beginning to set, giving off beautiful hues of orange, yellow and violet. She walked over to the giant oak tree and looked up it's branches for a moment. She remembered Tara. Molly quickly looked back at her house to see if her parents where watching. When she knew that they weren't near any Windows or glass doors, she took our her pocket knife and started to carve into the tree.

       "I'm sorry I had to send you away Tara. I hope it's nice up in heaven. Say hello to the others for me. Okay?"

       She stepped back and looked at the tree. She wrote three simple words that meant the world to her.

I Remember Tara a friend. Molly checked her house to see if her parents were looking at her. When she was sure that they were paying no attention to their daughter Molly turned back to the tree and took out her pocket knife.

    “I’m sorry that I had to send you away Tara. I hope it’s nice up there in heaven. Say hello  to the others for me. Okay?”

    She carved four words into the tree, and stepped back and admired her work. Molly smiled to herself and whispered ‘Thank you’ before she turned and walked back into her house.

                 I Remember you, Tara