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the imaginary friend acknowledged. “Tell me about him.""What do you want to know?"‘Everything!’“Everything except why he calls himself my brother.”"Because you're family,” the imaginary friend replied matter of factly. “There's no such thing as brothers and sisters.""

There should be."He crossed his arms over his chest. "If there weren't, my dad wouldn't treat us like crap. My mom would care less, for one thing. And our stepdad would love us unconditionally. It’d make life pretty awesome! Then everyone would be happy. It'd be perfect.""

I guess that could work…" "It does!” The imaginary friend grinned. "Now all you have to do is find your brother, and together, you'll be free!"'Free'? Free from what? Freedom from Dad? Free from having to spend every waking minute with him?

Free from being told that he needed to look out for mom? Free from worrying every second about her getting hit by a car while he wasn't looking? 'No, no, I couldn't do that.'"You know," his imaginary friend continued. "I bet Chris is worried about you too.""Yeah, he probably is.""

Maybe he knows where you are.""No. He doesn't. He doesn't have my number, so-"""He has mine!"His imaginary friend smiled widely. "Then maybe we can find each other. I'm really glad we finally met!"He grinned back. "Me too!"The imaginary friend leaned back in his chair and gazed upwards

, stretching out one arm. "Do you want to be friends?""Sure!""Really?!""Of course!”"Alright! Let's go!"The imaginary friend stood up so fast that the wooden bench toppled over. He caught it before it went anywhere important. "I'm kind of tired. Would you mind taking me home?"

"Sure!""Thanks!""What's your name?"he asked. "I told you. It's Thomas.""Thomas. Okay. I'll see you soon!"""See you later!"Thomas watched as his imaginary friend faded away into thin air. Then he looked around, hoping that this wasn't part of his imagination as well.

Chapter 2

He took a quick glance at the area around him. Nothing felt wrong. Not even the ground seemed out of place. The grass was still perfectly green. Not a single drop of rain touched the trees or ground. There was nothing unusual. The sky was cloudy and grey, but not black like it always was nowadays.

That meant everything was normal. It made sense, really. He had spent almost twelve years inside this tree, and everything felt normal. Except for his dreams, which felt different now that he could think clearly about them. That was why this was weird. Even though he remembered everything, he had trouble believing that this was real. He didn'

t remember it ever happening like this before. It was confusing. And a bit scary. Who knew what else the dream might have brought about? It was like everything had changed overnight. His life had been totally different since he had woken up that morning, and his life was completely different now than it had ever been.

He began walking along the path that led to his house. He was still trying to figure out what had happened. He had been dreaming about his imaginary friend, and then suddenly he woke up. He had no idea what had caused it. He had no idea if it was a good sign or a bad sign. He had no idea what to expect.

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