Imaginary Friend

The brunette haired girl sat under the playground slide, playing with an old doll with blonde hair. She smiled softly, as she talked to it quietly. She didn"t want to give away her secret spot. Which was under the slide. Thankfully to her, she could see out and nobody could see in. Well, unless you got close to the cracks in the wall. But there was a gap, big enough for only a small child to get in. The hair on the doll, fell off as she moved it around, causing her brown eyes to fill with tears and get glossy. A whimper escaped her thin, small pink lips as she looked at the doll in her hands. She had this since she was born, and she did not want to see it go. She sighed, and placed the doll on the wooden playground chips. She shook her head gently, her own chocolate brown hair falling in front of her eyes. She quickly moved her hand towards the hair and pushed it behind her ears. She store at the doll on the ground, with a whimper and still watery eyes, only a stray tear falling onto the ground. "Hello!" A voice spoke, in front of her. Yet, she did not look up. "Are you okay?" The voice spoke up again. But since she could hear the concern in the voice, she looked up. There stood a boy, who looked only a year older than her, with fluffy sandy blonde hair, bright green eyes and tanish pale skin. She shook her head and motioned towards the doll. "N-No actually..My doll is breaking apart..And it was my first memory of my daddy" She murmured softly, sadness laced into her soft voice. The boy mentally awed, as he examined the doll who"s hair had fallen out. "I can fix it for you if you would like!" He spoke up with a large smile plastered across his face. The brunette haired girl looked up at him, as he sat down in front of her and on the playground wooden chips. Her eyes widened in hope but also fear that he would break it more than it was already broken. "Yeah really! I can bring it back tomorrow if you would like!" He piped up happily, as he examined the eight year old girl. "How can I trust that you won"t break her?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "I would need to get to know you first" She finished off her sentence, moving her head back to it"s original place as she examined him. "Okay. Well then lets start over!" He explained and crossed his legs for a more comfortable position. "What do you mean by that?" The eight year old question, carefully. "Hello! I"m Matthew. Matthew Smith, and you are?" He asked cheekily, a grin now plastered across his face, showing his dimples that the young girl didn"t see before. The brunette haired girl laughed softly and shook her head. "I"m Aaliyah Ruff. Nice to meet you Matthew" She spoke up happily, continuing to watch the boy that she had never seen before. "Nice to meet you to Aaliyah. Can I call you A or Ayah? Would you mind?" He asked. He was hoping the friendship would grow and bloom. And one thing he didn"t want was her being uncomfortable around him. "Sure you can, but only if you let me call you Matt, Matti or Thewo!" She smiled, her frown falling off her face and being replaced with a small smile instead, showing the little curves when she grew a bigger smile. "Sure you can! Now, wanna play a questioning game?" The sandy haired boy, now known as Matthew, asked with a smile. "No duh. I did say I wanted to get to know you before you could fix my doll!" She laughed softly, running one of her very small hands threw her hair. "Okay! Okay, no need to get sassy. What"s your favorite thing to do?" He asked, happily. "Hmm, that"s tricky. It"s gotta either be watching a movie or playing with my doll" She thought, rubbing one of her hands against her chin as if she had a beard grown there. The older boy, by one year, laughed softly. "How about you?" She asked and looked at the boy with curiosity over her facial expressions. "I like making sure you don"t get hurt" He thought, knowing he couldn"t say that to her. Not yet. How could he tell her that he had been watching over her, her whole life. And was only suppose to come out when she actually needed. Which was when she turned ten. Not when she was eight. But he couldn"t anymore. He wanted to become friends with her because from what he saw she was so shy, but yet so kind and fragile. And nobody wanted to be friends with her because she played with a doll that was given to her by her grandmother before she passed away.     "Well, I like reading and playing on the slide. That"s how I found you by the way because I also heard your whimpers!" He spoke up, a small smile now plastered against his lips. She nodded but before she could talk, she heard her brother calling for her. "Come on Aaliyah! Mom wants us home in 10 minutes!" Her older brother, Lucas, called out, trying to get the younger girls attention. "Well, I gotta go now. Thank you again!" She spoke up, grabbing the blonde doll from the ground and handing it to Matthew. The sandy blonde haired boy smiled, and gently took the doll, not wanting to break it anymore than it was broken. "Bye Ayah! It will be ready tomorrow!" He called as he watched the younger girl squeeze threw the gap and run off. Yet, she didn"t know that her friend was imaginary. And would be there threw the thick and thin.