"My Ghosts" by Sara P

      As most seven-year-old’s ask for stories from their parents, I asked for them too. But for
me, I liked the ghost stories. I liked then so much that I even started to imagine a ghost would follow me around. He would always tell me jokes and make me feel better whenever mom and dad yelled at me for doing something that I didn’t even know was wrong. The weird thing is that he only talks to me when we are in front of the neighbors house, and he wears the same things every day. I thought that ghosts were able to change how they looked depending on how scary they were, maybe he never changed clothes because he was not actually scary and because he actually helped me. That seems like a good thing to me.
     My mom always tells her friends that having imaginary friends is good and it means that I am independent. I mean I have friends and all but I just have them in different places. There’s this old man that walks around the parking lot at the grocery store and asks for spare change ( I always give him the spare change in my pockets even though dad says that I should always save all of my money even the change) and the two girls with the pigtails I walk across the street with and even the teenage boy in the gas station who always waves at me. They don’t change either. The only one who actually changes is the teenager at my older sister Jessica’s school who walks through the crowd everyday while we pick her up. Maybe he was a police officer I always see him with the guns in the movies my dad and mom watch that Jessica doesn’t let me watch. Maybe it is a really good thing that Jessica, my older sister, never says anything to him. He seems mad though so maybe she should... maybe he needs a friend. Maybe if I become friends with him then he will stop changing all the time.
Anyways one day while I was waiting out front for my mom the ghost friend in my neighbors yard he told me the story of Little Pudy. It went a little like this: “Once upon a time, there was a little blob of God knows what named Pudy. Now little Pudy was just a little blob, and had no good talents. So one day, he was tired of being a good-for-nothing blob, so he went away from his little blobin' place and went for an adventure. To other real animals and things, little Pudy looked quite delicious to them and 15 minutes into his adventure, sweet, little Pudy was eaten.”
    While I found it funny Jessica didn’t think that it was that funny. In fact she looked very serious and wondered where I had gotten it from. When I told her about the ghosts on the way to school she got very still and stopped me on me. She asked me how many I could remember seeing.when I explained them to her, she said,”I used to see them too. Before mom and dad died. I think they were like a warning sign of how something bad in the future happened.” Just then a little boy came out of the house next to mine. He was real but looked just like my ghost friend. I laughed for a little bit, we had just gotten new neighbors the other day.