I immediately slammed the notepad closed.
I had been awake most of the night, too excited to sleep. This must be some sort of reaction to not having enough sleep. My imagination was running away with me.
I opened the notepad and the little stick man had moved again! This time he was stood up. His hand was pointing at his open mouth and if I didn’t know any better, I think he was actually moving.
I stared at the little man while the car moved again, down the road.
Maybe he want’s to speak I thought.
I took out a pencil and started to draw a speech bubble coming out of his mouth.
As soon as the pencil left the paper words started to fill the bubble.
“Thank you!” They read.
I slammed the book closed causing my Mum to jump again.
Carefully I opened the notepad and peaked inside the gap. The words had changed. They now read.
“Ouch! That hurt!”
This cannot be real can it? Maybe I was asleep and this was all a dream. That must be it. It was all a dream. OK, might as well go along with it then.
“What do you want?” I whispered into he notepad.
The words in the speech bubble dissolved in front of my eyes and were replaces by new ones.
“Who am I?” The words read.
“I just drew you. You are a stickman.” I whispered back into the notepad again.
I kept it at a whisper. If this wasn’t a dream I didn’t want my Mum thinking I had gone mad, which I clearly had.
The words started to change again. “Who are you?”
“I am Megan.” I whispered, feeling stupid for telling a notepad my name.
I must have been louder that time because my Mum turned around.
“Hello Megan.” She said, a grin on her face.
I slammed the book closed and then realised that I might have hurt the stick man.
I smiled back at my Mum as she started to sing along to the music again.
“Mum, can’t you put some good music on!” I asked but I knew the answer. She just started to sing louder before going back to driving.
I opened the notepad again, expecting to see the little stick man upset that I had slammed the book closed but instead he wasn’t there. I tried to look inside the sweet shop but there was nothing to see.
“Where are you?” I whispered into the notepad. Then I saw him.
He was walking along the edge of the passenger window in the front of the car! Where was he going!