It seems most kids' stories of imaginary friends are sweet and nostalgic, like the video for this beautiful song suggests.
My story is very different. It is dark and morbid.
I was always jealous of Rae's imaginary friend. Clausha. She looked something like this, Rae said:
I know, she's so weird! But I thought she was the coolest thing. Rae told us that Clausha was an alien. Clausha told stories about her planet and always had so much fun with Rae.
I wished Clausha were my imaginary friend.
Since I couldn't have her (Rae was adament we couldn't share), I made up my own.
Elaine, with her golden ringlets and flouncy pale green dress, was so perfect.
I felt sure Elaine was better than Clausha. My imaginary friend was real, not an alien.
Elaine hid in the hallway linen closet so I could have her all to myself.
Whenever I was alone, I snuck away to the closet, opened the cupboards, and talked with her.
But pretty soon all I did was stare at her.
She had such perfect hair.
She even had green eyes to match her green dress.
I wanted that dress.
I wanted her hair, too.
As punishment for having what I wanted, I left her alone in the linen closet for a very long time.
When I finally visited her, weeks later, I told her she could leave.
And she did.
And then what did I do? I arranged secret meetings with Clausha.
What does that say about me??? Hahaha!