Dear Mr. Note-book,

The Cow-‘n’-sill said I should write my feelings in this book so I can get “better.”

I feel sad.

I don’t get it. Writing “I feel sad” didn’t help me get better. I don’t even know why I need to get better. I felt happy before they took Luke away from me. Now I’m sad.

All I want is Luke.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I miss Luke.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

The Cow-‘n’-sill said I have to write more than 3 words.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

The Cow-‘n’-sill got mad and called me a "smart-a-lick." I dunno what that is. Buuuuut, since I was supposed to write down my feelings, I’ll write about what makes me happy. Luke makes me happy!

Luke is my Kid. The Cow-‘n’-sill said I was not supposed to talk about him, so he would disappear from my head, but he's my bestest best freind and I don't want him to disappear from my head. Also, I’m supposed to talk about my happy feelings, but I’m not supposed to talk about Luke? Silly Cow-‘n’-sill.

Luke and I used to play to-gether every day. He would share his cookies and milk and candy. He would bring me prety rocks and shine-knee things that he found outside. We would both have lots of fun every day. I even went with him to school! He taught me how to use words, but I don’t know how to use some words so he said I should sound them out. He is very nice and don’t get mad when I use the wrong word instead of the right one.

Now I am not supposed to go within fifty feet of Luke be-cause the Cow-‘n’-sill said I was "tocks-sick" for him. You use the word ‘tocks-sick’ to talk about poison and stuff that’s bad for you. I’m not poison. I’m not bad for Luke.

I feel like the Cow-‘n’-sill is dumb.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

The Cow-‘n’-sill got mad and said I should not call them dumb. I said that they told me to write down my feelings and that's what I feel. They did not say any-thing back. I felt happy be-cause I beat them.

They also said I spell Cow-‘n’-sill wrong. It is supposed to be C O U N C I L. They also said my “fern-ack-you-lar” should be more “soap-is-tick-ate-it.” I feel like my way is better.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I forgot you do not know what a Kid is. I am very forgetfull sometimes. I talk about something and then I took about something else and then I talk about something else and it keeps going and going and going. Luke said it was called 'river of conshus.' Or something like that. I’ll try my best to swim the river of conshus.

Anyway! A Kid is a special little hue-man. All kids are special, but Kids are extra special be-cause there lonely and sad. They get an Imaginary Freind like me to cheer them up, so that they're not as lonely. We make them laugh and we hug them and play games with them and make them happy.

As the Kids get Bigger, there not really sad anymore. Imaginary Freinds are supposed to start fading away as kids get Bigger, so that one day they don't need us anymore. I think that's a stupid rule. I'm not gonna fade away. I'm gonna find my way back to Luke, becuz he needs me. I feel sure of that.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I kinda like talking to you. It feels very nice.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

The Cow-‘n’-sill stopped telling me how to write in my Note-book. They said "as long as you write in it, we are not concerned." I feel like I ann-oyed them. But that means I can say what-ever I want, so ha ha in their faces.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I remember when I went to school with Luke. Math made him sad be-cause he didn't understand it, so then I would make him happy by playing with him.

Though, one time Luke got in trouble at school be-cause Teacher saw Luke playing with me and said I wasn't real. I felt mad. I didn't like that. I made her disappear. But it's okay, though! Luke got a new Teacher, and he was a lot nicer than that old mean Teacher.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

How am I supposed to be Luke’s protector and freind when the Cow-‘n’-sill says I’m not supposed to go within fifty feet of him? I feel like that’s a stupid rule. There are a lot of stupid rules.

I’m his body guard, too! I make all the bad people that make him sad go away! All I have to do is show my teeth and red ribbons go everywhere, and then POOF! The bad person is gone, and Luke is happy again. I know, be-cause when I tell him what I did, he makes happy water in his eyes.

Maybe the Cow-‘n’-sill just doesn’t understand.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I tried to explain to the Cow-‘n’-sill about why I’m Luke’s bestest best freind.

They looked at me funny. I didn't get it. I thought they wanted Kids to be happy. How is Luke supposed to be happy if I'm not there to make him happy?

They got mad. Then I got mad. And I showed my teeth.

Luke says I should always look on the bright side. I look on the bright side. On the bright side, now there’s no-body to tell me no! I can go see Luke. I feel happy.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I went to see Luke today.

He did a mean thing. He yelled at me. I felt sad. He said I was just in his head. He said that I’m not real. He said that I’m the reason that he fell out of call-ledge. He said that he’s been seeing a “sigh-call-ligist.” He said the sigh-call-ligist was gonna give him special medicine to make me go away.

I felt angry. I felt confused. I don’t know what a “sigh-call-ligist” is, but she wants to make me go away. I don’t like that.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

I found Luke’s sigh-call-ligist. She won’t be giving him any medicine anymore. I feel nice.

Dear Mr. Note-book,

Luke’s eyes got the happy water in them when I said that his sigh-call-ligist wasn’t gonna give him medicine anymore. I said “Am I still your bestest best freind?” He didn’t answer for a long time. There was happy water in his eyes. He sat down and covered his face and said “Yes.” He didn’t peek-a-boo the “yes” like I thought he was going to. But that’s okay.

We’ll be bestest best freinds forever.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.