Terry Parker strolled down the corridor, whistling. She had just finished Geography, and was consequently in a merry mood. And because she was happy, those around her were, too. But inside, Terry was bubbling with subconsciously moody thought. Something was missing, somewhere in her otherwise perfect picture - and she couldn't quite pinpoint it. Not something, someone. Somebody hadn't been seen since lunch break - someone important. Important for what? Shut up, you idiot, she thought snappishly. He wasn't supposed to be there any more - it was ridiculous to have an imanginary friend - and at her age, too! As her mood crumbled, so did the peace of those around her. A couple of friends started bickering. Some boys started up a fight. Amy. The thought came, as if out of nowhere. And Terry had to admit it - she was grateful for her imaginary non-friend, even if she didn't like to say so. Of course! Amy had said that she had something to show her - hopefully no one of those dreadful poems - and she had sounded urgent.
Naturally, Terry had smiled her best, and said she would come in a minute, and then forgot about it. And she hadn't seen Amy since.
You should have remembered - you know that.
Yes, she did, and she didn't like being reminded. "Oh, for goodness sakes, Arlo, shut up."
Well, maybe if you listened to me more, -
She was cut off in her thoughts, as someone came up to her.