'Imaginary' Friend by Aisha Mohamed Abdulla Albesher

I've always had trouble making friends, I'm an extremely shy person and even when I find someone, we just never click. I used to be alone all the time, until I met my friend, Claire. I found Claire in my closet so that's where she is usually, I found it funny how she would much rather be in a closet than a bed but she can do whatever makes her happy I guess. She lives in a tiny mirror, her faces gave me chills, she was fully white with splashes of red.

Things have been abnormal since we became friends but I never really payed attention, my parents are getting worried because of her, they always tell me to take my medicine because "she isn't real". She is real, I know what I see and hear, they might be just jealous. I found Claire in my closet so that's where she is usually, I found it funny how she would much rather be in a closet than a bed but she can do whatever makes her happy I guess. We always playing together after school when I get back home, we played Barbie dolls every day. I was getting ready for school when I heard: "don't go, play with me". It was Claire, "I'm sorry but I don't have a choice mother won't let me stay, I promise we will when we get back!"

I must admit I started getting bored playing with Claire, I can't just tell her - I don't want to sound mean.

-cell rings-

""Ugh finally", I said, "Claire must be bored, I shouldn't keep her waiting"".

While I was walking back home I started to think to myself, "I don't want to play dolls anymore, she can't leave the closet anyways I'll just ignore her."

*TIME SKIP 8 YEARS*

We moved into a new house years ago, it's so much bigger and prettier and I felt so happy just being there, but still, I had no friends...

"I have to try and make some friends", I spit out.

I sighed and headed to school.

Everything felt so... "eerie", it didn't feel foreign, and yet it felt so new somehow.

The feeling continued till the end of the school, after that I sprinted back home. I told my mother about that feeling in case something bad might happen, my mother didn't seem bothered, "it's probably nothing honey, go get changed now."

Going to my room, I opened my closet and saw a small mirror, I knew immediately what it was...

"Play with me."

Her face made me pale, she's so different... she was completely covered in my blood... he took out a picture, it was my class mates - DEAD."

*BANG*

I fell on the floor.

*NEWS*

Reporter: 30 students have been reported dead by a spirit that goes by "Claire", no one knows where she came from and the only person that knows seems to be dead..