The ginger knelt at her bed and her head was tilted downwards towards her clasped hands. She was praying to Santa about the horrible children that were in her class. Even though she no longer had an imaginary friend, they still thought she was strange when she talked about a certain story. No one, not even her parents, knew were she heard it from. ( Read more... )

You are going to dress up.

[Sitting on swing watching others play.]

He did say he wasn't people.

[Five minutes have come and gone.]