Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that bạn could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story hoặc movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, hoặc feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as bạn probably know. Imaginary Những người bạn can be anything bạn want them to be. An animal, a creature bạn made up, a monster, hoặc just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Những người bạn that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...

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It was the tiếp theo day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue áo sơ mi that đã đưa ý kiến "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she đã đưa ý kiến "Oh! I didn't give bạn a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"