15 years later
I walk around the city. Looking for food.
Then I see a poster.
"Bianca is returning."
'It can't be.'I think.I walk around a corner.
"Mike is returning."
'It's happening' I think. I feel a tingle in my fingertips.I walk around another corner.
"Stella Is Dead."
'Thank God for that' I think.Under the Stella is dead poster, there is a pamphlet.
I open it and see the words-
"Chop, Chop, Time for bed" Mummy says.
It's a message.
The message is telling me what though?Oh.
I am the next Stella.
I want to be a good Stella though.I follow a little girl called Lauren home.
My name is Laura.
She lives in a house with a fluffy pink rug.
So did I once.'I am the next imaginary friend'
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My imaginary friend
Historia CortaStella was Laura's imaginary friend. Except. She wasn't imaginary. And. She wasn't Laura's Friend.