Sparkle Fairies and the Imaginaries Believe Me
Scritch-scratch!

Scritch-scratch!

I crawl through the starry-smooth tunnel to the Hideout—our secret meeting place under the slides at school. Jasmine and Lily scuff along behind me. Then we sit crisscross applesauce on the ground. I swish pebbles out from under me.

“The meeting of the Secret Journal Club is now called to order!” I say as I open my secret journal. It was a gift from my grandmother Upsy.

“What’s on the agenda?” Lily asks, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder.

I lean closer to my friends. “You’ll never believe it,” I begin.



Their eyes widen. “What?” they both say at the same time.

I check the tunnel to make sure no one’s there.

“Remember my imaginary friend, Posey?” I ask.

Their heads bob up and down. Of course they remember Posey. It’s not every day that an imaginary friend appears out of thin air right in front of you.

“Well, he drew a magic door on my bedroom wall, and then we went to the WOM!” I say, sounding out each letter. Double-U. Oh. Em.





Lily and Jasmine make funny faces, because they have no idea about the WOM.

“WOM stands for the World of Make-Believe!” I say. Obviously.

This makes their eyebrows go way, way, way up.



“Are you saying the World of Make-Believe is a real place?” Jasmine asks.

I nod like crazy. “And it’s beautiful! I got to bounce along a Rainbow Road and pick a raspberry-flavored flower. I also saw all kinds of magical creatures, like Moonsturs and Pretty Pixies! Posey and I even helped a Cloud Critter unicorn named Andever find her melody!”

I can see I said a little too much, because Jasmine’s and Lily’s mouths are hanging open.



“Do you believe me?” I ask.

Then Lily swallows uncomfortably. “Sure, we believe you, Daisy. Don’t we, Jasmine?”

But Lily can’t fool me. I see her secretly poking Jasmine. I sigh loudly. “Okay, okay. I know it sounds a little far-fetched, but I promise it’s all true. I even have proof.”

I reach inside the hidden pocket of my journal and pull out a letter. “Wa-la! This is the letter Posey wrote to me after I visited the WOM!”