"Katey, honey, please open the door," Mustang begged through my bedroom door.
"Noes!" I said, scarfing down the ice cream that I had taken from Love. I could hear her and Nini downstairs, cussing each other out. "Leave me alone!"
"But Katey-"
"Nananananana I can't hear you," I said, sticking my fingers in my ears.
"Very ma-" Suddenly, there was a huge crash from downstairs. "Oh, great. I have to go check it out. Be right back, okay?"
A few minutes later, the profanities started again, but this time Mustang was in the middle of it. Though I couldn't tell if she was cussing too, Nini and Love sure were cussing at her! This is going to be a long night, I thought. My mind ran through all the possibilities.
Is she okay?
Has she hurt herself?
Is she dead?
Did she kill herself?
Why does she want to kill herself?
Is it really Loves fault?
What if someone kidnaps her?
Did she take the cookies?
What if she took Theresa's cookies?!
"You thought?" a familiar voice asked.
I looked at the foot of my bed to see my imaginary friend, Theresa. She had hazel eyes and long auburn hair that reached to her hips. She wore an orange shirt that said "The Best IF Eva," denim jeans, and green converses. Her whole body, including her clothes, were translucent. She was easy to see, but she was also see-through. Her passion was science. Mad science.
"What are you doing here?! GIT OUT!" I screamed, throwing the empty ice cream carton at her. It went right through her.
"Nice try," she laughed. "I'm imaginary, remember?"
I closed my eyes real tight and held my breath.
"What are you doing?"
"Imagining...you...away," I answered, closing my eyes tighter and puffing out my cheeks.
"Haha. It's not that easy."
"You suck, Theresa." I threw my pillow at her. This time, she caught it and whacked me aside the head with it. Repeatedly.
"Oh cheer up. At least I know she didn't take my cookies. Maybe I should give one to Love..." She dodged the pillow I tried to hit her with.
"You really want us to get sued, don't you?"
"They can't sue me. I am an imaginary friend after all. They can't even touch me if I don't want them to. And John would make a great laywer."
That's when it hit me. No, not the pillow. Okay, yes, the pillow. Anyways, I got an idea.
I got up and started jumping on my bed. "John! John! John!"
"Huh?"
"You thought?" a voice asked from my closet "Oh, come on, Katey!" He opened the door and stepped out. "At least imagine me in the room!"
John was Theresa's little brother. He had green eyes and short brown hair that cupped is face. He was transparent like Theresa. Today he wore a dark blue shirt, black jeans, and red and yellow sneakers. Though only five years old, he was a total GENIOUS. His specialty was making technology.
"John John John!" I squeeled, hugging him.
"Oh, uh, hello Katey," he said, trying to escape my epic killer hug.
"You're smart!" I cried, letting him go and jumping on the bed again. "You can find her! Find Fantasy!"
"What? How?"
"Build some sort of tracker thingymabobber! I don't know!"
"Okay. You're lucky I keep a set of parts in your closet."
"Yay! Whoa wait you do what?"
Five minutes later, he had a tracker up and running. "Now we just have to start looking."
"But how will we get outside?" Theresa asked, looking out the winow. The adults will see us if we go downstairs!"
"What are you talking about, Theresa?" I asked, grabbing the tracker and a nearby tree branch. "I can just re-imagine you two when I get to the bottom!"
A few minutes later, I jumped down from the tree and re-imagined John and Theresa.
"What now?" Theresa asked.
"Shush shush shush shush...shush!" I ordered, putting my hand over her mouth. "We don't want the adults to hear us. Which way do we go, John?"
John pointed to the left, then we silenly snuck away in the night.
