She was a tidy girl. Her hair was always nicely brushed back with a little golden clip holding it into position. Her clothes were always so proper. She paid much attention to what was going on around her.
Little did she know, she was special. And not the kind of special you may think of. She was the kind of special that a person only can see once in a lifetime. She had something that not many people had. She was always the wise one. My imagination runs wild as I sit at this very table. The world around me slowly disappearing as I think of the unthinkable. Sure, she was just in my head, but it felt so real! Who was this mystery girl? Why was she a part of my imagination? It was always so strange to me. She hasn't been thought of for a while now, but as I sit at this table, a weird sensation hits me. Images of the girl are slowly becoming a nightmare. Im so frightened as I collapse to the floor. I look up as I try to catch my breath. It's her! She's alive!
