My Secret Unicorn

    When I was younger I always wanted a unicorn.

Not just any unicorn but a certain type of unicorn- a rare pink and turquoise unicorn that had the magical power to change shape and communicate with humans.

As I grew older I started to forget about wanting a unicorn.

But one day I was out shopping with my dad and spotted a unicorn stuffed animal.

Even better, it was pink and turquoise! I held back a scream and thought back to when I wanted a unicorn when I was a little kid and fell in love instantly.

My dad let me buy it and we finished shopping and headed home. On the car ride back I decided I would name my unicorn Petey. "Petey," I said out loud "Hmm, yeah. I like how that sounds."

When we got home, I had to do a lot of homework for school so I set Petey on my desk and went down stairs.

Later that night when I had to go to bed I kissed Petey on the forehead and went to sleep.

Little did I know that my kiss and affection for Petey would change my life forever!

When I awoke the next morning I got out of bed and staffed getting ready for school. I noticed something was off and stared at my desk for a moment.

Then it clicked, I realized Petey was missing! Where the heck could he have gone?! "It's not like he could have got up and walked away on two legs." I muttered.

I jump around my room, now fully awake. Where did he go???? I check my little brother's room, not there. I checked my living room, not there. I started checking my room and looked under my bed and saw a pair of great big blue eyes staring right at me.

I jumped back in surprise. "Was there a clown under my bed? It better not be a clown? I really, really hate clowns."

I grabbed my pillow to use as a weapon in case I needed to land a few smacks here and there and looked under my bed again.

I saw the same pair of bright blue eyes and also say turquoise and pink fur.

I then heard a small voice shout, "Help, I'm stuck!" I eyed the bed suspiciously, my mouth hung open from shock.

"Could there really be a clown under my bed?! I really don't like clowns I heard once in a ghost story that they ulike to kill dogs and lick humans for fun."
I thought nervously, my brain coming up with endless things of what could be under the bed.

"Don't just stand there with your mouth open, help me out!" I heard it yell. I snapped back into reality, bending down I pulled on a little tail that I saw sticking out from under the bed.

"Oww, that hurts, don't pull my tail so hard!" The 'thing' which I was starting to think was not a clown said crossly, tucking its tail under the bed out of view.

"Your said to try to help you out." I replied frowning, then a sudden thought occurred to me- I am talking to someone or something that is under my bed that I have no clue who they are!

I pray to God the person under my bed isn't a clown in disguise once again for like the fifth time at the same time grabbing my pillow in case I would need to use it.

"Wait who are you?" I questioned,

"Don't you remember? Last night before you went to bed you kissed me goodnight?" The voice whispered.

"Petey?" I mentally sigh in relief, able to relax now knowing there isn't a clown.

But what puzzled me was the thought Petey my stuffed animal was alive.

"If you are who you say you are how did you get under my bed in the first place?" I asked curiously.

"I fell off your desk last night and rolled under your bed and I woke up here. Your kiss woke me up from the spell I was placed under when I was a baby!" Petey exclaimed.

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Sorry that the paragraphs are spaced a little weird