While the parents were talking amongst the teacher, Mac decided to go walk around the school to see if anything had changed. While walking in the hallways he saw Stacy at a vending machine trying to get a soda pop, though from the look of it, it ate her money and she didn't get her soda.

Stacy growled angrily as she kicked the machine, "STUPID MACHINE!" her placed her hands on each side of the machine as she tried to shake it but couldn't.

Mac walked up to her asking, "Do you want some help?"

Stacy looked at him, face red from trying to move the heavy object, "Sure, you take one side and I will take the other."

Mac nodded and stood on the other side of the machine and started to push while Stacy tried to do the same thing.

"How pathetic," Came a snooty voice as Mac and Stacy looked to the side to see who it was.

Mac gave an annoyed glare seeing that it was the most annoying kid in the entire school, Richie Wildebrat. The blonde, spiky haired boy look at the two as he approached them saying, "I see you are trying to get a soda pop," he said in his snooty voice, "Allow me to assist you."

"Thanks pal," Stacy said as she started to shake. Though Richie didn't move, he just snapped his fingers and as quick as a flash, his imaginary friend, Blake Superior came.

Stacy looked up at the imaginary friend in wonder, his white main and flowing red cape swooshed as he came to a stance, his armor of gold and metal shined in the lights as did his tiger eyes when he looked down to the two then to his creator.

"Blake Superior, would you be so kind as to help these two get some soda," Richie asked his friend snapping his fingers, Blake walked up to the soda machine and gave it a hard kick, as two sodas popped out.

"Bravo Blake," Richie applauded as he looked to Stacy with smile, taking the soda from the machine and giving it to her, "there you go my dear."

Stacy didn't take the soda, she just glared at him saying, "What are you doing!?"

"I beg your pardon?" Richie asked confused.

"An Imaginary friend isn't used for stupid little things such as this! You can't have your friend do all your dirty work for you! that's not what they are there for!" Stacy yelled at him.

"I beg to differ, Blake is the best imaginary friend in the world, doing a simple task like this is nothing compared to what he can do." Richie pointed out crossing his arms after putting the Soda down.

Angrily, Stacy shouted, "If I had my imaginary friend with me, she would show what a pathetic waste of space your imaginary friend is!"

"Ah…so you have an imaginary friend I take it?" Richie asked a little intrigued.

"Well…I….that is…" Stacy stuttered then sighed with a sad expression, "we don't have her anymore."

"Oh, so I take it you really can't back up with what you just said then?" Richie smirked at her, causing her to cross her arms now.

"So what if I can't!" Stacy stuck her nose up in the air, "your imaginary friend is just a cheap knock of something you normally see in the action figure section at a toy store, if I had my imaginary friend, she would show she is anything but cheap. She was the original…nothing like your over stuffed refrigerator magnet!"

Blake and Richie stood back a little at her outburst. Richie raised an eye brow, still staring at her, "you got a lot of spunk to be talking to me like that…" he then smiled, "I like it."

Stacy glared and grabbed the soda pop off the floor shaking it then pointed it at Richie, "TAKE THIS!" she then squirted it at Richie and Blake, getting them all sticky and wet from the grape soda pop.

"Ahhh! Why I never!" Richie shouted as Blake picked him up.

"Emergency dry cleaners Away!" Blake shouted, running out of the building through the exit doors.

Mac looked surprised and shocked at Stacy saying, "That…was…AWESOME!!!"

Stacy looked at him with a confused look.

"Other than me, no one has ever talked back to Richie Wildebrat." Mac said with a smile then grabbed the last soda from the machine, "Here…you deserve it."

Stacy smiled a little, taking the soda, "Thanks Mac, sorry you had to see that though. Its just that, seeing kids who make their imaginary friends for show, makes me so angry. They don't realize that an imaginary friend isn't someone you make up to do stuff or make you popular. it's the love and the need of having someone there for you when you don't have anyone else to talk to…someone who is always there to tell you its alright to be scared and lonely…and someone who is always there to help you out in anyway possible."

Mac stared at her with an serious look, "Wow, sounds like you really cared about your imaginary friend."

Sarah sighed sadly as she leaned up against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor, "you have no idea…" she took a sip of her soda.

Mac felt bad for her, missing someone is tough and heavy on the heart, especially when you don't have any parents, "What was she like?"

Sarah looked at him for a few moments, not really sure how to take that question, but smiled as she remembered, staring at poster in front of her, "She was amazing. She was always willing to help me out with my homework, even when I didn't ask, making cookies and cakes for charities and fundraising, clothes for when we couldn't afford to buy new ones and around Christmas she would always take us to the parade of lights. She was so warm, calm, wise, kind, thoughtful and she always thought of others before herself…"

"Wow, she sounds amazing," Mac smiled at her but then frowned when he saw the tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, she was…I miss her so much, and I know my sister does too. Ever since we left the foster home that we all stayed in, my sister tries very hard to keep herself busy, but I know that sometimes late at night, she can't stop thinking about her, because she starts reading the story book that she used to read to us," Stacy hugged her legs, burring her face into her arms, "I am sorry…I don't mean to seem like this…but I haven't talked about her for a long time, and now that I do…it still hurts."

Mac looked down at her sadly, "Its okay to feel that way when you miss someone, it shows that you still care about them."

"I know…but Still…" Stacy rested her head into her hands, looking down at the floor.

Mac smiled, "Hey I know this place called Fosters home for imaginary friends, it's a place where you can adopted a new imaginary friend for you own…Maybe you might find one there."

Stacy looked at him then down again, "I don't know…there is no one that would replace her…she was…something special."

"Maybe so, but you never know unless you give it a try. How about you meet me at the park tomorrow and I will show you. Its really a lot of fun too." Mac smiled at her.

Stacy looked at him, "Well…I would have to be sure that it would be okay with my Sister, I don't do anything without her approval."

"No Problem, you both can come, I guarantee you will love it." Mac said helping Stacy up.

"Well…Okay," Stacy said with a smile as she and Mac walked back to the classroom.