When I was 3, I created my imaginary friend. His name was Timmy. Timmy was a big and fuzzy bear who kept me company when I was down & out. Timmy was always there for me whenever I needed someone. If I was having a bad day and no one wanted to help cheer me up, Timmy would, if I had no one to go outside and play around with, Timmy would, and if there was no one to listen to my problems then Timmy would.
As I started to grow older and be more mature I began to realize that I had no need for an imaginary friend anymore. As a kid my imaginary was a BIG help in my life but, I no longer have usage for him. I’m now 17 years old with an imaginary friend who will not leave and who does not know what the meaning of go away means. I hang out with my friends, play sports, work, and I just don’t need a dumb childish imaginary friend.
The more I think back on my younger days and how lonely it was the more I start to realize how much I needed that one true friend who would always be there for me when I need someone to lean on. Timmy & I have been through good times as well as bad times but, no matter what through thick & thin he was right by my side. As a kid I believed that Timmy and I would best friends until the end but, I grew up and now I no longer need Timmy due to me having real friends, being busy all the time with my extracurricular activities and other important things in my life. So I tried telling Timmy but he just doesn’t understand or doesn’t want to let it sink in that I don’t need him around anymore.
As the days go on Timmy starts to turn evil. He begins trying to get in between me and my life that I have now. Timmy starts to destroy my friendships, I was fired from my job due to me taking frustration (which was caused by Timmy) on my boss and he got me grounded. The more I distant myself from him he finds a way to come right back into my life. What Timmy doesn’t know is that I have a plan to get rid of him that he’ll never see coming.
One night after playing basketball with some of my friends, I went home and had a conversation with Timmy. I told him how I didn’t need him anymore and I thanked him for being there for me all of this time but, I’ve grown up and somewhere there is some lonely little kid with no one to lean on. Timmy understood where I was coming from with this conversation so he agreed to leave. As he was leaving he began to act depressed but, I told him not to be sad. Soon as I said that I made a phone call and there was a knock at the door just a few short minutes later. At the door there was a little kid he was just like me when I was younger so I knew he and Timmy would get along great. I introduced them to each other and they started to connect perfectly. They left together and as they were leaving out they both turned to me and thanked me for introducing them. I told them not to thank me but instead to be happy and enjoy each other’s company while having the time of their lives like Timmy and myself used to do.