My Friends

Mom didn't wake up today.

Her door was still closed, I didn't want to open it. She doesn't like it when I go into her room without asking her first.

So I sat in the living room instead. The T.V. doesn't work, though, I can't remember the last time it was turned on. But that's okay, I didn't like the T.V. anyway. It was annoying and loud, I didn't really care about what the news lady was talking about.

The couch was comfy though, even though the pillows were torn up. The stuffing was everywhere, but that's okay, I know He didn't mean it.

He said the pillows had scared Him, so He taught them a lesson. The pillows shouldn't have been so mean to Him, maybe then they wouldn't be in so many tiny pieces.

I didn't need to hear the question, I knew what They wanted to ask me. I always thought Their bright blue eyes were pretty, they reminded me of diamonds.

"I'm okay! She didn't hurt you, did she?" I asked Them, I was worried she might have done something bad to Them.

She had scared Them, that's what They told me, but she calmed down after They taught her a lesson.

That's okay, I know They didn't mean it.

Mom didn't wake up today.

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I was playing with Her in my bedroom, we were sitting on the floor and drawing.

She really liked to draw, She said She wasn't very good at it, but I think Her drawings were very pretty. She really liked to use the colour red. Red is a pretty colour.

She gets mad sometimes, She can't hold the pencils properly when they get too small, and it messes up Her drawings. So She eats Her drawings and the pencils, I think it's a little funny.

Mom doesn't though, she gets mad at me cause I keep running out of paper and pencils to draw with. She says I need to take better care of them and stop losing and wasting them.

I try to tell Mom that She keeps eating them, but she doesn't believe me.

Mom doesn't like it when I talk about my Friends. She says I don't have any, but I know I do, and so do my Friends. I don't know why she says those mean things.

My Friends told me that Mom is really mean, and that I should teach her a lesson. My Friends say that they can show me how to make Mom be nicer to me.

I don't want to teach Mom a lesson, she isn't that mean all the time. She can be nice.

She gets me pencils and paper, and sometimes she even lets me watch T.V. with her. I like the T.V. cause it's very bright and colourful. I think it's funny when the people fall over, it reminds me of the stories my Friends tell me about their other friends that live elsewhere.

They like to tell me about all the games they get to play outside, and how the people fall over and make funny noises when they play tag with them.

I hope that one day Mom will be nice enough to let me go outside and meet my Friend's friends, I wanna play tag with them too.

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I wasn't let out of my room today, but that's okay, He kept me company since the others were busy.

He is very quiet, it reminds me of Them, but I know it's just because He's bad with words.

I would play the guessing game where you pose and the other person needs to guess what they mean like I do with Them, but He doesn't like that idea.

He says that it'd be a bad idea because He is not like Them, His hands and body are not as bendy and long like Theirs is.

But that's okay, He might not be able to do the funny poses like They can, or make the weird snappy noises with His bones like They can, but He's very fun and nice all the same.