Aunt Sandra leads me into a small room at the back of her house.
“It’s not much, but it has everything you need. Feel free to hang up posters and stuff, and make the room feel like yours.”
“Thank you,” I tell her.
She left the room to talk to Ms. Cook and I was alone in the room, my room.
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Imaginary
Short StoryWe all have had imaginary friends, Some of us just never lose them. {Short Story / General Fiction}
