This is a short story i wrote for school:
The Plastic Castle
"I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" screams Reginald Van Der Marr at the top of his little lungs to his mother and father, for he has just stepped into his new house and his new life.
Augusta and Agatha Van Der Marr are immigrants who have just moved to Toronto on business from their homeland of Germany. Augusta had been transferred from the Mercedes-Benz office in Stuttgart, Germany to the Mercedes-Benz Canada head office in Toronto. Agatha is a homemaker who cares for nothing more than the well being for her family, even though at first she didn't want to move away from her family.
They have only been in their new house for a few hours and Reginald has already come to the conclusion that he does not care for this new house one bit. Reginald Van Der Marr is seven years old who values nothing more than friendship, but unfortunately has just moved away from all his friends back in his home country.
"Please don't say that to us. We love and just want to do what is best for all of us, what's best for you," Agatha said in a very motherly calm voice as she strokes Reginald's golden blonde head. Reginald can't bring himself to make eye contact with either of his parents right now so instead he is just staring down at the house's new hardwood flooring.
The house is a beautifully furnished house. Its high ceilings and wood finish give the house a very elegant look, a house fitting for someone of Augusta's position. Many of the houses in the area look similar to this one and are homes to other business men, many of whom drive Mercedes automobiles ironically. The street has a little park six houses down in the corner of the street. It has the necessities of a park: a bench, big sand box where a few isolated sand castles still stand from their previous contractors, a swing set with three swings, a big plastic castle that looks as if it were sinking in gravel, and a dozen or so freshly planted trees.
Back at house his father has just cam back home from going to get supper from the closest pizza parlor. Reginald eats his food in complete silence while his father is speaking about how wonderful of an opportunity this is for him, and Agatha just sits there smiling in support of her husband.
After supper, Reginald goes into his room and lies on his bed, which is just on the floor and doesn't even have any bed sheets on it yet, but that doesn't matter to him because all he can think about are his friends back home. He wishes he could at least have one friend to talk with, to play with, and to just be around. He finds a quilted comforter in one of the boxes in the upstairs hallway, takes it out, and goes to bed.
The next day he comes down for breakfast around 10, even though he has been up since 8:15. When he comes into the kitchen he looked different than he did last night. He had a smile upon his face. His father had not noticed. He was busy making eggs and bacon on the new stove and trying to sing along to 'China Doll' on the radio. His mother, however, did notice and smiled right back at him and said, "Well it looks like you are doing better."
"Yes," replied Reginald, rather pleasantly too. "I'm good. I met a friend this morning."
Agatha continued to smile, but felt slightly uncomfortable. She knew that he hadn't been outside and hadn't even had a chance to meet anyone yet. She didn't quite know how to feel about this so she didn't saying anything because Reginald was happy and that was the most important thing to her.
That afternoon, Reginald was exploring in the back yard, turning over stones, looking at bugs, running around with a stick in his hand, and at times, pretending to be diver. He looked to be like a regular Jacque Cousteau. His parents were on the patio with chairs from the kitchen, for they had not yet purchased a patio set. His father was reading a week old copy of Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, a popular German business newspaper. Agatha was watching Reginald running around. She was noticing how he was seemingly talking to himself, saying things like "You are it!" and "Try to catch me!" His father, after hearing this, pulled down his newspaper to see over it and was looking at Reginald as he was running around and talking to himself. He felt awkward that his son seemed to be doing this, but tried to ignore it and kept on reading.
Later in the evening, when his mother was preparing the table, Reginald came up to her and asked, "Can my friend have dinner with us tonight, mutter?"
"Does your friend have a name?" she replied, with a subtle smile.
"His name is Bert," Reginald anxiously replied.
"Does Bart have a last name?"
Reginald pondered and waited, but eventually said, "McGertt. Yes, his name is Bert McGertt."
His mother looking at him with curious, but still loving eyes, said, "Yes, you friend may have dinner with us. Dinner will be at 7:30. Don't be late and wash up first."
At 7:30, Reginald came down stairs and sat down at the table, where four plates have been laid out.
"Did you wash your hands?" his mother inquired.
"Yes, mutter," lied Reginald.
Reginald started eating his dinner, then his mother said, "Shouldn't you wait for your friend to come before you start to eat?"
"But he is here. He's sitting right there," said Reginald as he pointed to the opposite side of the table where no one was sitting and a full plate of food sat, waiting to get cold. "He must not be hungry."
His father looked at his son while Reginald kept on eating, who was famished from running around all day. His father then looked across the table to his wife, who could tell by her husband's eyes he was worried. They finished their meal in silence.
This became a routine for the Van Der Marr family for the next four days. On the fifth day they were sitting at the table again, and again Reginald starting eating his food. Between bites Reginald said to both his parents, "Sorry that Bert isn't eating. He doesn't get hungry."
"What do you mean?" his father hastily replied.
"Bert doesn't eat. Or Drink. Or go to the bathroom," Reginald said back.
"Ok that's enough," said his father as he put his fork and knife down and took the napkin off his lap and gently threw it beside his plate. "There is no one there, Reginald. There hasn't been anyone sitting there all week beside a wasted plate of food."
"No, that's not true," said Reginald, defending his friend. "Bert is sitting there. He just doesn't eat."
"When will you learn that there is no one there? You will have to realize that your friend is not real. There is no one there. Bert isn't real!" His father bluntly said to his son.
With that, Reginald got up, turned to his dad and said. "I hate you!" and ran upstairs and slammed the door, which could be heard throughout the whole house.
Augusta was looking down at his plate, and then looked up at his wife, who, with piercing eyes, made him feel extremely guilty. He tried to ignore this and kept on eating.
While his parents were still downstairs, Reginald was in his room, packing his knapsack with some of his toys, a book, and a half empty bottle of water he kept beside his bed for when he woke up thirsty in the night. After zipping up, he slowly and cautiously opened his door, looked up and down the hallway and carefully walked down the stairs. He tiptoed down the stairs. When he almost reached the bottom he could hear his parents arguing in another room. He looked at his Casio watch that his father had bought him at the airport. The time was 8:37. He gently opened the door, stepped outside, and gently closed the door behind him. Reginald ran to the park.
Reginald was sitting up in the plastic castle with his knees bent up and his face buried in his lap. He was sobbing and shaking all over for he was cold and didn't bring extra clothing or a blanket. He felt like he was there for hours, but he didn't say a word.
"What's the matter," someone asked
"No one believes your real, Bert. They think I'm making you up," said Reginald as he tried to squeeze words out of his body between sobs. "They Think I am just a dumb kid."
"Don't say that, Reggie," replied Bert
"It's true; they think I am making you up. Just because they can't see you doesn't mean your aren't real. You are real to me. All my real friends are back at home and my only friend here is one that my parents can't see." Reginald was pouring his poor, little heart out. "I don't know why they don't believe me."
"It's normal. People have to see something or they don't believe in it. What matters is that you see me and we are friends. You believe in me and that is why you see me. That's all that matters, Reggie."
"I guess," said Reginald as his tears slowly subsided. "I just wish they could believe in you because you are my friend."
"As long as you believe in me I will always be real to you, and that is the most important thing. Your imagination is the best thing about you. Look where we are. We can have lots of adventures together. Just you and me, Reggie, but right now I think you should go home and see your parents. They are probably very worried about you right now because they love you."
At that moment Reginald heard his parents come into the park. He could see their flashlights waving around, trying to catch a glimpse of their son as they were calling his name. Reginald then stood up and said, "Up here."
Both flashlights shown up at the plastic castle and shown the lights on Reginald's face. Reginald squinted and then came down the down using the slide where his father was waiting at the bottom of it to catch him.
"I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it. Can you forgive me?"
"Yes," Reginald replied in a soft voice as he was squeezing his father tight. "I'm sorry about running away."
"I forgive you," Augusta said as he put his son down.
As they were walking out of the park, Reginald looked up at his father and said "I had a good talk with Bert. He helped me. I know you can't see him, but he is my friend." Reginald paused, then said, "Oh yeah, can you also call me Reggie from now on." The smile was back on Reggie's face.
"Of course I can," his father replied with a surprisingly gentle reaction. Agatha was walking slowly behind them with damp eyes and a smile that looked as if it would never go away.
Augusta turned to his son, "Can you do me a favour now?"
"Next time you see Bert," he paused, "tell him I say thank you.
Reginald looked up and said. "Don't worry, I will tell him. I'll be seeing him a lot." With that, Reginald was lifted onto his father's shoulders for the rest of the way home.