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Description: A short story I wrote for a writing camp, I hope you enjoy!

[not well edited {yet}]

I grabbed my cake and sat down on the couch, playing my movie and leaning back into the cushions. My back bounced against the couch while the sound of the movie played through my ears. I watched the screen flash while pictures moved across it in motion. I sunk my teeth into my forkful of cake, the cake squishing in my mouth and the chocolate triggering my taste buds into a frenzy of joy. I let out a soft sigh of content as I swallowed my dessert, and continued to indulge in my treat, occasionally glancing away from my television to grab another bite of cake. Soon after I finished my cake the movie ended, and I turned off my tv with a click and proceeded to walk upstairs to my room.

My sock slipped against the smooth wood of the steps and I gasped as the air was knocked out of me while I fell. I hit the hard corner and felt a pain in my right shoulder. It felt like the step had hit my bone, and it ached terribly. I had also hit my left shin and elbow in the process of falling, and my shin echoed with pain. When I hit my elbow, an almost electric chill had run up my arm, through my body and I winced as it hit me. I slowly pushed myself off the ground, and limped up to my room, clutching my shin in pain, the ache still not having worn off. I winced again, as I laid so on my bed, feeling exhausted from the day I had had. I ran it back over in my mind, and for some reason I could only focus on the bad. Ugh!

'Shut up your life is amazing, stop whining' I chastised myself mentally, pushing myself off my bed, and hopping up. I forgot not to put pressure on my left leg, and I let out a quiet "ouch" as I felt a small pain in my shin.

Suddenly, a blur flashed by my window, startling me. I crept over to where I saw the moving figure, leaning into the window and pressing my fingers against the cool, smooth glass. I gasped sharply as I saw the scene in front of me, and, forgetting my pain, I rushed down the stairs and out of my house, not caring that I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. What I saw made my jaw drop to the floor in shock. I slowly stepped out of my house, my mouth still wide open in disbelief as I saw my fantasies had come to life right in front of my eyes.

Characters filled the streets of the city, fighting, making new friends, and introducing themselves to one another. I blinked. Blinked again when nothing changed. There they were. All of the people who had helped me when I was down, when I was upset or feeling negative were right in front of my eyes. My comfort characters. Dialogue filled the air and the noise swirled around me as I listened to the conversations these supposedly fictional beings were having. When I stepped further out of my house the smell of sewage and dirty streets hit me like a brick wall, but I kept walking out into the crowd of characters, ignoring the way my hair frizzed from the cold, damp, humid air, and trying to stop myself from wrinkling my nose every two seconds. I gazed around in awe, turning every which way as I saw all the different heroes, and villains surrounding me. I'm pretty sure no one in the history of ever has seen anything like this.

My feet splashed slightly in the puddles, making little droplets of water fly into the air as I stepped around the street, my body and head moving too quickly for my eyes to keep up. This was by far the most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. I decided to go make conversation with one of my favorite characters. I stepped up to a girl with bushy brown hair, and large front teeth.

"Hi, I'm Lupe!" I said with my slight accent, sticking my hand out to the book-obsessed girl.

"Hermione," She replied, turning towards me and taking my hand, shaking it gently.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get here?" I asked, caution creeping into my voice.

"What? What are you talking about? I've always been here." She told me, and I could hear the confusion in her voice. It was unsettling. Hermione Granger being confused.

Then it struck me. I had created all of this. Ah, the power of imagination. It can really take you places, am I right? From then on, it was easy for me to create things that were that vivid. It took a lot of practice, of course, but now I've finally mastered the skill. I can finally communicate with the ones who have helped me through all the hard times, and not even known it.

The End.