Chapter 1 Kai Reality is such a cruel, strange thing. I’ve never really met someone that I was willing to protect with my heart, fend for with my life. I feel that maybe I wasn’t destined to have a best friend. I try to shake it off most times, assume everything will turn out in the end. So, what am I now? Just another city boy with a normal city life, I guess. I never really got help from a lot of people outside of my family, so I’m grateful that at least, they’re there. Besides that, I tend to turn to my imagination. I don’t necessarily have imaginary friends, because that’s just taboo once you get into high school. I mean that I’m actually well into art. My stuff is all cluttered in my folders except there’s kind of too much… It’s all fine though. I’d change the fact that I’m still pretty shy about my work because ‘most guys don’t do those sort of things’ but as long as I’m happy I really don’t care. I’m still a little lost in my own thoughts every now and then, though I really try not to daydream, but it still gets kind of out of control sometimes. Lately, I’ve kinda been on a loss for inspiration, kind of because my mind started up about my lack of love interest. Stella Sometimes I wish I was in a less… mundane place. Imagine a world where everything is just right— You hardly get homework (Although it’s summer now, so yeah), your friends are always there with you, you never get tired, and you can for the most part do what you want. It sounds like paradise, right? It is, until you just get kind of tired of it. I’ve always wanted to explore the world outside this place. It’s no use. I’m not even sure what to do. Sure, I can levitate, I wear a crown of flowers, and I can do magic, but there really isn’t anywhere for me to go. Then it hit me. I’ve never been to reality before, but they say it’s interesting there. Since we are born from stardust, we are readily made, so I’m not really under anyone’s watch— where I come from, everybody is a fragment of imagination. Our world is constantly growing, though imaginary people and creatures end up elsewhere when they are imagined. They are sent to reality to guide the person that brought them to reality. I haven’t found my person to guide yet. Hmm, I thought. That’s actually a great reason to travel to reality. I didn’t really have anything to pack besides some food and water (although Imaginaries only need to eat or drink for pleasure, and if we need extra energy) and the flower crown that I wore almost all the time. I went over to the dormitory that my friend Liz stayed in and explained where I’d be. “You can’t leave!” she exclaimed. “I’ll come back once I become a Guide.” Liz frowned. “Then I’m coming with you.” I sighed and told her I was better off alone. “I’ll call you when I can.” My phone. Well, that’s another thing to pack. I fixed up a tote with my stuff in it and left.
