"Beep beep beep beep"
I look over at the clock. "Julie!" I hear nothing. Not the sound of her soft breathing, not even her random sleep talking. "JULIE!" I screamed, "It's 12:34!"
Nothing. Not even a gasp. Wait. 12:34. School starts at 9:00! "WE ARE LATE!" I screeched. I stand up. Where is Julie's bed? Her clothes?
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"She should probably see a doctor," my mother muttered, "at her age no one had imaginary friends."
My father nodded, "It's good for her to have friends though"
I groaned, "but you gave birth to twins!"
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