Prompt:
A child is born with an imagination so strong, it leaks into reality.
Seven years ago, my daughter Avery was born. She is my pride and joy, but there is something not quite right about her. Everywhere she goes she causes chaos. One night, we went out to dinner with my sister and her family, and Avery had spaghetti. I turned my head for one second, but when I looked back she had a plateful of worms! And last night, right before bed, she was playing with her dolls when a pumpkin sized carriage appeared out of nowhere! I just don’t know what to do with her. She is so creative and spontaneous, but she always drifts off, like she’s in another world…
I’m Avery. I understand what my mom doesn’t. I have a very big imagination. If I picture myself in a rock band, a drum set will appear in my bedroom. Only for a little while. When I wake up in the morning, everything I conjured with my mind is gone. School is not much fun. I doodle during lunch, daydream during class, and sit on a bench during recess, imagining what it would be like to be normal. I can imagine almost everything… but I’m “that weird girl”. I’m “the daydream freak”. I can imagine whatever I want. The only thing I can’t imagine is how anyone would ever want to be friends with me.