Imaginary Friend

Oh another day pasts, here it is 18th birthday.

I sat in my bed as I woke up. It felt like any other day.

Memories, memories.

Memories from 2nd grade.

- From the time everyone laughed at me, to the time I created my friend; imaginary friend, Harry.

He helped me through everything.

But I guess that's just not real and I moved on.

I finally stood up and went to the kitchen, drank a glass of milk and I walked to school.

Spit.

A kid looked at me up and down.

He walked away as I looked at the spit he left in my boot.

3 hours passed, finally I could get home an cry myself to sleep.

Well most likely sleep, not look at myself in the darkness.

I got home, threw my backpack in the floor and walked to my room.

"Ella, How was school" I heard mom from behind my shoulder. "Fine" I walked to my room. Locked my door and sat in my bed.

Another miserable day.

I sat in my bed and glanced at the mirror "Who am I" I said.

"You know, I see a beautiful girl." A voice echoed through my small room.

"Who was that?" I looked around.

"Remember me?"

I looked at the mirror.. 'Harry' was sitting behind me.

"You're-- real....?"