Maggie

A Story by Megsig27

A little story I came up with

When I was younger, there was this kid. Her name was Maggie. She and I played together on several occasions, actually almost every day. She played with me everywhere. She had sleepovers with me every night, even though I was a boy. My mother thought Maggie was cute, as did I. But the boys at school laughed at her. The girls at school played with Maggie and I. My dad told me that Maggie wasn't real. But my dad was wrong. Maggie was and is real. Maggie told me that I should run away. I told her no, and that she was silly. Maggie got mad at me and started to say mean words. I told her to stop and to go away.She got very very upset and she grasped her hands by her side very hard. Things around her started to shake, and then she disappeared. I didn’t see Maggie for a few days. I asked my mother where Maggie went, and my mother said that Maggie went on vacation for a while.
While I did my homework, I remembered what Maggie had told me a long time ago. She told me that when my father was a baby, he had a friend like her. The friend’s name was Terrance. Terrance was a lot like Maggie. Both Terrance and Maggie fell asleep for a long time when they were 7. So, they were going to be seven forever! I thought it was cool, but Maggie said that it was bad, because a bad person made her sleep for a long time. She said his name was James. I asked her what that meant, but she said she didn’t want to talk about it, so I didn’t bother her about it anymore.
After a few days, Maggie came back. We played again like everything was normal. But she had this weird look in her eye. After a week, I decided to ask what was wrong. She said that she visited James again. She said that if I ever meet an old man named James, that I should run away.
One day, after playing with the girls at school, Maggie said that she had to go visit Terrance and that she’d be back tomorrow. I said ok and waved good-bye. I waited for my mother to pick me up from school. When Ms. Hale told me that my grandpa was picking me up, I was surprised. My grandpa never picked me up. But, I went to the car, and the man in it wasn’t my grandpa. He introduced himself and told me that he was bringing me home today. I said ok, and got in the car. I was really excited because I had just gotten a new grandpa! He brought me to his house, way far away in the woods. He said that my mother was going to pick me up from there. I smiled and followed him into the house. I went into the parlor, and he locked the door behind him. I asked him why and he said not to worry about it. I didn’t ask again because he seemed kinda angry. I sat at the little table and saw all of the drawings on the wall. One of them was signed by Maggie, and I smiled. I asked him if he knew Maggie. He smiled too and nodded. He said he was one of his favorites. He gave me some crayons and a piece of paper. He told me to make a drawing and to write my name and age on it. I drew a tiger and wrote ‘Nick 7 years old’. He smiled and said I had drawn a cool tiger, and that I’m a cool kid. I thanked him and drew some more.
After a few hours of watching TV and drawing, we ate dinner. He asked me about school and how I knew Maggie. I told him all about school, but said that I didn’t know Maggie very well, I just knew her name. He said ok, and got ice cream. While he thought I wasn't looking he sprinkled some white stuff all over it. When I asked him what it was, he said that it was stuff to help me go to sleep after I ate the ice cream. I said that I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and I thanked him. I ate all of the ice cream and it tasted really good. After I finished, I said “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask you what to call you, Grandpa!” He looked at me and smiled really big. “My name is James. Good night, Nick.”