My Imaginary Family
Author's Note:Hello, all! I'm back! Woo! And this is the sequel to Keep It Together! Woo again! Now, I'm not sure this one will be very long, especially because school's keeping me busy (especially newspaper class, I'm dying!). So, back to the matter at hand, the sequel-ness. Basically, this is how Mac deals with the changes from Keep It Together… In fact, now that I think about it, this one is probably going to be quite short, I think. Sorry! Now, on with the show… chapter! And in case you haven't gotten the point yet, THIS IS SEQUEL! If you'd like to read this story, that's great, but go read Keep It Together first! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends or any of the characters… although, I think this idea is at least a little more original than the preceding story. Or I hope so, anyway…. I also don't own any brand-name things I mention here… so there
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Chapter One: First Day of School
Mac Foster sat up as his alarm clock beeped away on the bedside table. He smiled and turned off his alarm and leapt out of bed. "First day of school!" He said to himself as he left the room.
The little boy continued to smile as he walked down the halls of his home, greeting every odd creature that walked by and was greeted familiarly by each one in return. After a quick trip to the bathroom he emerged clean and dressed and headed downstairs for the dining room. "Hey, guys!" Mac bubbled as he sat down in a seat next to three of his good friends.
"Buenos dias, Mac!" Eduardo said through a mouthful of Cocopuffs.
"Morning." Wilt said, buttering some toast.
"Co." Coco was not an early bird… airplane… tree-thing.
Mac busied himself with a box of Cornflakes and began to eat. "It's the first day of fourth grade today." He said between bites.
"Hey, yeah, it is! Are you excited?" Wilt asked.
"Yeah! I had to leave early last year because… you know."
"Yeah, but you get kind of a fresh start this year."
"Yep." Mac polished off his cereal. "I'll see you guys later."
Mac picked up his dishes and went into the kitchen to wash up. There he found Francis, or Frankie, his adoptive mother/big sister. "Hey, Mac! Excited about the big day?" She asked him as she took his dishes and washed them in the sink.
"Yep!" Mac never got tired of the question.
"Good. I packed your lunch, it's over there on the counter." Frankie gestured behind her. "Get your stuff together and I'll be done here in time to drive you to school, okay?"
"Aw, Frankie, I can walk from here. I always used to."
"Hey, one of the perks of having a kid is seeing them off to their first day of school and being all proud about it and stuff like that. Don't ruin it for me."
"Well… you're not going to embarrass me, are you?"
"Only a little." Frankie grinned mischievously.
Mac sighed. "Please? I really want to drive you to school." Frankie said.
Mac sighed again. "Alright. But don't embarrass me too much, okay?"
"I promise." Frankie said, more gravely than necessary.
"Good." Mac pulled his lunchbox off the counter and checked its contents. "Peanutbutter! Cool. Thanks, Frankie."
The eight-year-old ran out the kitchen and back up to his room. There he carefully arranged all of his school supplies in his backpack and zipped it up. Perfect. Back downstairs he waited impatiently by the door. "Master Mac!" Mac winced; he had been hoping to avoid this.
"Today is your first day of Grade the Fourth. You are representing this house and everyone in it at school, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. We are all counting on you to put your best foot forward. And," Mr. Harriman began to rant but was cut off.
"Mr. Harriman, I went to this school last year. They already know me. And don't worry, I don't normally get into trouble at school." Mac said reassuringly.
"See that you don't, or there will be grave consequences. Understood?"
"Yep."
"Very well. Enjoy your first day of school, Master Mac."
"Thanks, Mr. Harriman." Mac continued pacing back and forth in the large entry way.
After another five minutes Frankie came walking at a leisurely pace into the entry way. "Finally! Come on, we're gonna be late!" Mac urged her.
"I'm… coming… Mac." Frankie said slowly as she began to run in slow motion.
"Don't slow down! We have to go!" The frantic 9-year-old waved his arms in the air.
Frankie burst into giggles as she jogged the rest of the way to the front door. "You're in too much of a hurry. Slow down and enjoy your life why don't you?" She asked as she opened the door.
"I can enjoy my life while I'm at school." Mac said as he began to walk onto the porch of the old Victorian mansion.
Suddenly, he hesitated and turned back towards the entry way. "Hold on a minute… what's that noise?"
"First you say hurry up, then you say hold on, which is it? Wait… what is that noise?" Frankie asked, straining to listen.
It had started out as a quiet sort of whine but had become a definite voice shouting about something… "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac!" As the word ended, a small blue projectile hit Mac with all the force of a cannon ball.
"Bloo…I can't… breathe…" Mac said as his imaginary friend squeezed him tightly.
"Oh, sorry. Just had to say good bye before you left. Soooo… 'bye." With that the blue blob wandered off in the direction of the dining room with Mr. Harriman trailing behind, lecturing him about something like 'if he had gotten up on time he wouldn't have to say goodbye at the last minute' and how 'his velocity was probably breaking the speed limit, let alone the house rules…'
"Okay, now we can go." Mac said as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt left by the imaginary friend's rib-cracking hug.
Frankie left the house after him, shaking her head and muttering about the strange behavior of her charge's friend.
A/N: So? Whadja think? Tell me, write some reviews! I love to hear what you think! 3! Anywho, there will be more to come, but not too much more. I don't think this will have a lot of chapters, as I told you before. Come on back, y'all, y'hear? O_o… er… sorry about that.
