I own NOTHING... not even the college i mention! lol I do own Darcy tho
I've always had an overactive imagination. Ever since I could remember, I had an imaginary friend. Fairytales and stories came alive and swept me away into another world. My imaginary friend always accompanied me. His name was David Hatter. He had nice, wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He always wore a tan, leather hat wherever he went. He could perform all sorts of fantastic tricks with his hat, and he always made me smile. But childhood doesn't last forever and time doesn't wait. I had to grow up. He said goodbye to me the day before my 10th birthday. I didn't want to part with him so soon and I called for him, but never did he answer me, even though I imagined his face just like he was there with me. But I never saw him again.
Time passed; 9 years to be exact. My imagination changed and matured as I grew. I now wrote stories instead of reading them. It was now my mind that held the world that was the key to my escape from reality. It made every day life just a bit more bearable. I was 19 now, a freshman in college. It was ok I suppose. I was studying for a major in English with a special track on creative writing. My goal was to graduate and start writing and illustrating children's books. I had all but forgotten my long-gone imaginary friend. That was, of course, until I was dropped into the realm of my childhood imagination.