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It was 8 o'clock and a school night. Sadie had just 

taken her bath and was getting ready for her Mom 

to read a bedtime story. Sadie hasn't been able to 

sleep very well as of late and tonight would be no 

different.

Sadie would toss and turn as she tried to get to 

sleep. She tried drinking warm milk and counting 

sheep but that didn't work. She ended up having 

nightmares and would eventually spend the rest of 

the night in her Mom's bed.

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Every morning, Sadie and her Mom would be 

exhausted from not sleeping the night before. 

They couldn't go on like this much longer. 

Something was bugging Sadie but she didn't want 

to tell anyone. Not even her Mom.

Eventually Sadie would pretend to fall asleep while 

her Mom read to her. When her Mom left, Sadie 

popped out of bed and started to pace around her 

room. All the while an odd-looking character was 

standing in the corner of her bedroom.

"Hi Sadie!" a voice called out to her. "Who's 

there?" she responded timidly. "My name is 

Sketti. I used to be your Mom's imaginary friend 

when she was your age." Sadie turned on the 

light to see a big blue and black creature with 

big eyes.

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"Why can't you sleep Sadie?" Sketti asked. "I don't 

want to talk about it." "It's okay. I won't tell anyone, 

I promise. I'm a product of your imagination. "Oh 

alright. I don't like going to school anymore. I'm very 

shy and there are two older girls who call me names 

and pick on me every day."

"That's not good" Sketti replied. "When your 

Mommy was your age, she created me because she 

needed someone to talk to. Her parents were 

getting divorced and she felt very alone. Before I 

left, I promised her that if she had a daughter that 

I would be there for her too. So here I am." 

"I know that you like to paint. Why did you stop?" "I'm too 

sad to paint. I don't enjoy it anymore" Sadie glumly replied. 

"I have to go soon but can you try painting something for 

me tonight?" Sketti asked. "I'll try. Oh, by the way, why are 

you called 'Sketti'?" "Funny story. When your Mommy was 

little she couldn't say spaghetti so she just said 'sketti'."

Sometimes Sketti would   come to visit Sadie only to find 

her fast asleep. She was tired from a full day of school and 

painting. Sadie's paintings allowed for her to express 

herself without having to talk to anyone. They also made 

her feel better about her abilities. But Sketti's work with 

Sadie wasn't finished yet.

Slowly but surely Sadie was beginning to gain more 

confidence. She was painting every night and it made 

her feel like a new girl. It helped her to cope with the 

other kids at school and concentrate on her 

homework. Sadie seemed to be doing much better. 

That was until she was presented with a big 

opportunity to display her talents.

Sadie's teacher asked her to create a painting for 

the school's Art Contest. This made her very 

nervous. She got really uncomfortable when she 

was in front of her schoolmates. And an art contest 

was a lot of pressure. Was she good enough? What 

if something embarrassing happened?

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