“Swirl! Where are you?” I called to my imaginary friend. In a split second, her sunset-yellow body appeared on my lap.
“Hello! Do you need me?” she squeaked. “I just wanted to tell you that it’s time for me to practice my violin,” I said as I picked Swirl up and placed her next to me on the couch. She smiled. “Can I help you? I’ve always loved the violin!” My friend hopped up and down until she was out of breath. “Ok, ok. But just remember, my violin is a rental!” I walked into the music room, which had the whole family’s instruments. Swirl had already teleported into the colorful room when I came in. I put rosin on my bow and tuned my copper-brown instrument. Swirl watched excitedly as I started to play. Soon her face turned into disgust.
“Marjanna! You’re not playing right! Here, let me show you how we imaginary friends can play!” Without another word, Swirl teleported onto my violin. She was way smaller than it, but Swirl didn’t care. Her tiny arms grabbed my delicate bow and pulled it back and forth on the strings as I held it. A mere two seconds later, I heard a loud squeak, a crack, and a pop coming from my instrument. Just like that, Swirl’s “talent” had caused a broken string!
“Uh-oh,” I mumbled.

Marjanna – 5th grade

Bubba is a super duper professional hair stylist. He’s my imaginary friend, too. One early morning when I was getting ready for school, Bubba said, “Hey Dinky (that’s my name), why don’t I give you a haircut today? “Alright, but how? We don’t have any utensilitys,” I replied. “They’re called UNTENSILS. And plus, I can grant wishes. Just wish for a hair salon.” So I did. Bubba wiggled his velvety-violet, crayon sized body, and it appeared. I must say, I looked dashing. He gelled up my hair and made it spike up in impossible ways. But then there was the part when my dad came in. He didn’t really have to say anything. I knew I was busted!!

By Frances – 5th grade