Age 6
Zayn followed me everywhere. Everyday. I didn't mind,though. I liked it. It was nice,that he followed me and he looked after me.
"Wait,so the sun is actually a star!?" I exclaimed,not believing the new discovery. Zayn told me it was right,so it had to be right.
"I know,isn't that coo-"
"Look at Esme and her imaginary friend! Hahaha,she's such a major loser," six year old Rachel said,putting an L over her head. Rachel's friends all laughed along with her. They sat where Zayn was sitting,making Zayn sit next to me.
"Where's Zac now?"
"It's Zayn." I corrected,keeping my chin held up high.
"Oh really? Well,where's Zayn now?" Rachel questioned. Before Esme could respond,Rachel did. " Back in loserville? Do me a favor,say hey to Zayn when you go back to where you're from."
"J-just because you're sad doesn't mean you get to make me sad,Rachel. Thank you for your opinion,though." Esme said,killing them with kindness,as Zayn said to. Once Rachel and her little minions leave,Esme high fives Zayn,a victorious grin on their faces.
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FanfictionIn which reality and fantasy runs a very thin line and love conquers all. "He said he drew pictures of things he loved..he never drew me."
