I am here with a new idea! This is just a test chapter to see If I should continue. In the reviews, I would really appreciate your opinion of the plot. Enjoy!

The cold chill of the snowflakes lashed at my eyebrows. My teeth chattered violently in the winter air. This was the place that started it all. The place I met Fang.

Flashback (Max, 7 years old)

My new shoes clicked against the gray pavement. I skipped down the empty street completely and totally joyous. My pink frilly dress swayed in the summer breeze as I viewed the various shaped clouds above.

I fixed my gaze back on the ground, seeing a dark figure ahead of me. Cocking my head to the side, I yelled for the boy who was to enticed by the beauty of the sunset to notice me. His thin figure was leaning against a rail meant for handicapped people. Headphones placed in his ear and hands placed his pockets, I could see the dark color of his eyes from afar.

"Hey! Hey, you!" I thrashed my hands in a waving motion, wanting to catch his attention. He tilted his head sideways. For a second, I could see the obsidian irises flick towards me. My breath hitched as he started pacing toward the sidewalk square both my feet were placed on.

His headphones were now wrapped around his neck, his hands swaying back and forth limply beside him. His feet were surprisingly silent against the cement, a shadow ominously not appearing beside him.

"Hello." His voice was deep, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. Up close now, it was easy to tell he was about my age. Gold flecks splattered across his eyes, me noticing more detail about him.

I shakily held out my hand. Lifting my head, I felt a twang of nervousness course through my veins. He held out his too and shook my hand. But there was no feeling of skin. All I felt was air touching the middle of my palms.

"Fang." His voice was quiet, reserved. I nodded warily, still confused of the situation. I smiled once more and yelled my name out loudly.

"Max!" Placing my thumb on my chest, I signaled that that was me, my name. He smirked slightly and sat down on the pavement below. I slid down beside him as we watched the sun grow weaker. The burning rays of the star now but a cool blue and purple mix.

And that was the day I met Fang. My imaginary friend.

End of Flashback

Max P.O.V. (9 year later, age 16)

Inhaling the evening breeze, I remembered the minty scent of him. My best friend whom I so longed to be beside me. The ocean was the same, and so was the sky. But each and every day I sat on that special concrete square, I felt a bubble of loneliness grow inside me. Because he wasn't here. He wasn't laughing at my jokes or scaring me with his sudden greetings. Because...I missed Fang.

He had disappeared when I was 10. He just...left. And the worst part was, now that he was gone, no one was there for me anymore. Mom was an alcoholic since dad died. And Ella, my sister, ran away 3 years ago. So no one was there to watch me get that swimming trophy when I was 13. Or the spelling bee medallion when I was 15. No one.

I created a wall. An emotional wall. I never showed sadness, anger, disappointment...Only a blank surface. A dull pencil. A colorless painting.

Fang had helped me in ways. People had called me crazy, yes. But...He made me open up more to the world. When he stood beside me, there was nothing I couldn't do. But now, there's nothing I can do.

I always had hope that someday he would return, someday he would hug me and tell me how much he missed me. But each and every day was only met with a wave of disappointment stomping on my heart.

I already knew it, though. The fact that he would never appear again.

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The alarm clock rang through my ears, sending a groan throughout my vocal cords. A familiar shape filled my eyes as I groggily lifted my head from the drool-slathered pillow. Total, my dog, was sitting across from me with his tongue slightly peeking out from his mouth.

"Go...away..." But the dog was persistent. He strided over to me with his stubby feet and planted a slobbery lick on my cheek. I cringed my nose, jumping up and down on the bed to scare him away. He just sat and stared with his adorable, Bambi eyes. Damn dog.

"Total! Gross!" I wiped my cheek with the cotton sheets beneath me, sliding over to the drawers lazily. Today was a school day. Joy.

Clutching onto my wooden brush, I managed to comb through the gnarly knots strewn inside of my bed head. My scalp was sore from all the tugging and pulling, the many spots where I pulled the strands out aching.

The thing about me was, I hated mornings. Hated 'em. All the birds chirping and the sun shining scenes in the movies are a bunch of crap. Because my mornings are full of cleaning up dog poop and finishing homework I forgot to do the night before.

I sprinted down the hall, gaze set on the ground. The floor was the usual. Dusty and dull. I felt my feet hit the surface of the living room, looking up to feel a scream rush through my mouth.

Sitting in my usual chair, was Fang. My imaginary friend. Sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. He flicked his familiar-colored eyes at my direction and smiled sweetly, waving at my pale face.

"Hi, Max. I'm home."