Mia Bennet slammed her laptop lid down and yelled "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" She was pretty ticked. Mia walked over to her window, glanced outside, and started sobbing. Her boyfriend, Mark, had just broken up with her because he was moving to Russia. She glanced out the window and saw a beautiful deep blue streak cross her line of sight. Mia was used to seeing this out her window, but it still amused her. Mia remembered her imaginary friend from childhood, and how she would go on adventures with him. She couldn't remember his name or appearance, but she still found him special. Mia continued to sob until it faded into soft crying. She then fell asleep.
"Mia," A handsome voice whispered. "Mia, are you awake?" It asked her. She could not recognize the voice but it comforted her. She tried to open her eyes, but they were too heavy to do so.
"Yes. Who are you?" She proceeded, eyes still shut.
"You don't remember me?" The voice had a bit of pain, which made Mia a bit sad. "Mia it's me, just open your eyes."
"I can't." She claimed.
"Mia open them. Open your eyes. Just open them." The voice repeated. It began to echo in Mia's head over and over, taunting Mia, and each word made her eyes heavier and heavier, but she couldn't fall asleep. The words got louder and louder until all of the sudden, a light flicked on.
"MIA BENNET IS THERE A BOY IN YOUR ROOM?" Mia heard her mother scream. Mia tried one last time to open her eyes, and they popped open easily, surprising her. Mia shook her head, but was still shocked. "Mia Bennet, if I found out that you have a boyfriend or something I swear I'll..." Mia's mother prattled on. She left the room shooting one more glance around the room before shutting the door, turned of the lights, and shut it.
"I knew you could open them, Mia." The voice said creepily.
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The Boy Outside My Window
Teen FictionA girl with a pretty decent life, with pretty decent grades, and pretty decent friends lives on the second floor of her home, with a balcony outside her room. She has what she truly hopes is just an imaginary friend, for the sake of her privacy, but...