Disclaimer: I don't own any Foster characters. Only Shaula, Sheila and the people related to them belong to me.

This is my first Foster story. Please be gentle. Constructive criticism is accepted!

This story is told in first person and from different points of view.

The strange girl:

I looked up at the house, then down at the paper with its drawing on it. Yes, it looked exactly the same… or well, similar. I knew she wasn't too good at drawing, especially when she was angry. Like that day.
„Here, it has to look like this! Go and have a look around. I don't even mind if you stay there! Though I think even those imaginary jerks will hate you!" she kept on shouting.
„Why?" I asked.
„Get lost! Or go and see those Fosters! Or well… GET LOST WHILE SEARCHING FOR THEM!"

Well, it seemed like I made it after all. She will see. I'll prove her wrong.

„But why?" I asked „why do you hate me now? Don't you remember?"
„Stop being this nostalgic! A nerd like you hanging around is making me mad! Go away before I get REALLY angry!"

Since then I kept on wondering what did she mean by „really angry" – for when she said that, she already looked as if she was going to explode.

But well, I should be grateful, really. All I wanted was a normal life.And now, there was the chance, standing right in front of me.
Of course I had to hide a couple of things, but it was worth the time. The normal life.

I looked normal. Yeah. A girl with a cute light blue dress with a heart painted on the chest, a baseball cap, a pair of red trainers, and dark brown hair in two small ponytails. Can you imagine anything more ordinary?

Finally, I took all my courage and knocked on the door. Soon, a red-haired young woman opened. She was only a few inches taller than me.
Never forget to smile! Act as if your smile was painted on your face with irremovable ink! I reminded myself.
- Hello – she said – I'm Frankie Foster. May I help you?
- Thanks – I smiled - my name is Shaula and I'm looking for an imaginary friend.
Frankie called for them. Soon, hundreds of imaginary friends stood there – all staring at me. I felt as if I was forced to choose immediately.
- Huh… may I spend some time here before I come to a decision…?

Frankie:

That girl's been here for hours and still couldn't decide. Weird. By the way, looking at her I think she's a bit old for an imaginary friend. She looks 13 or 14 at least. Wait… where is she now?
I looked out of the window and saw her.

Eduardo:

I was walking to the recently built basketball court to wait for Mac to arrive, when I saw… a… a… a STRANGER there! She waved at me and said „Hi!"

Coco:

Coco coco coco co coco, coco coco co-co-coco-co. Coco coco coco co! Co coco.

Wilt:

I was walking towards that super cool basketball court they've recently built next to the house, when Eduardo ran past me screaming and completely horrified.
- Ed! I'm sorry, what happened?
He just continued screaming and disappeared inside the house. I looked after him for a while, then decided to go to the basketball court anyway. There, I saw the reason why Ed was so horrified. An unknown young girl was just opening one of Coco's eggs.

The strange girl:

Those plastic eggs were quite funny. I actually started liking Coco. By then, I have found inside them: a football; a rugby ball; a tennis ball; a tennis racket; a table-tennis racket; a table-tennis ball; a baseball bat…
- You see, Coco - I said as I lifted it up – this is really cool, but I think that on a basketball court…
A melodious male voice made me look up. Up… really high.

Wilt:

I handed her the basketball ball.
- Thanks! – she said, then tried to throw it.
I thought it was impolite to interrupt her.

Coco:

Coco co coco! Coco co coco-co.

The strange girl:

I just began thinking she was right and everyone was hating me (you see, I felt like a total loser, after half an hour of failures… I didn't manage to do one single hoop…), when suddenly…
- I'm flying! – I laughed.
- Try it now! – I heard his voice. He was so cool!

Wilt:

I felt weird as I lifted her up. She wasn't heavy at all… She almost seemed to have no weight…

Frankie:

The girl suddenly ran to me with shining eyes, claiming she had made her decision. When I saw who she had chosen, well, it made me a little sad. But that's the fate of imaginary friends.

Mac:

That day I arrived a bit late to Foster's, at school the new teacher decided to make the lessons longer. I'd have to warn Bloo about that: if I'm not there at 3:00 sharp, it doesn't mean I forgot about him!
He looked sad. Eduardo was silently sheding tears beside him. And Coco was unusually silent.
- What's up with you, guys? – I asked, then I noticed someone missing – hey! Where's Wilt?
Eduardo burst into tears. Coco said „Coco" extremely sadly. Bloo just stared at me, the angles of his mouth leaning down.

The strange girl:

Hooray! I finally felt NORMAL!

I had an imaginary friend. As we walked towards home, a cold breeze started blowing. I shivered. He placed his only one hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. I looked at him gratefully and smiled back at him. Wilt. Wilt. Wilt. MY imaginary friend.

Now there was only one obstacle left. I knew she'd be at home when we arrive…