It was my box. My special happy place you could only get into if you earned it. But it is MY box. The box I was kept in for 5 years. You don't make fun of me. Or the box. So when Ms. High-and-Mighty Buxaplenty comes into the picture, it's not pretty. When I was wished real by Timantha and her fairies (NOT cool Timantha! Not cool!), we met. The first thing she did was eye the box, which I've decided to carry around, and say, "Nice Companion Cube." With a smirk. I didn't have a comeback. I only turned around, the box still in my hand, and stared at her. We was about to walk away when I said something I regretted. "Nice fake chest." I snickered. She turned around stormed up to me and raised her hand I thought she was going to slap me. But all Renee did was jab her finger into my chest. "You're just jealous! Timantha loves them." She bragged, blushing. "No. She loves me, I'm her friend!"
"Imaginary friend maybe."
"For 5 years!"
"You were in a BOX for the other 5!" That one hurt me most of all. She smiled. I raised one of my hands, about ready to beat that smile off her face. But I heard one thing that made me stop.
"Cool! Girls fighting over me!" That voice came from Timantha. We both turned our heads at her, then back to each other. And laughed.
"By the way Renee?" I said once our laughing riot finished. "Yeah?" She said, still giggling. "Ladies don't point." I said walking away, one hand off my precious box to wrap around Timantha's shoulders leading her away from Renee.
"Shut up Gabby!" I didn't have to turn around to notice her blushing.
But nothing compared to what happened with Trixie Tang.