PHILS POV:
I heaved the last box from the bottom of the cold floor up the stairs and dropped it on the floor up the stairs with a great thud. I looked into my new room, the large room had a shining floor which smelt strongly of cleaning products which made me feel slightly dizzy. I tip toed my way to the middle of my empty room and sat down in the middle of it, then lay back, staring at the pasty coloured ceiling.
"You're going? No one will miss you anyway!" The words infected my brain and inflicted a stabbing pain in my chest.
Maybe it was true, maybe people wouldn't miss me, I was nothing special anyway. A tear rolled from the corner of my eye and in to my ebony hair that people would only describe 'Emo' at my old school. I hoped my new school would be better, but then again. Who would love me, not even I love myself, so how could someone else? A second tear left my blue eyes as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I felt sick. I pulled my limp, skinny body off the floor and started unpacking my boxes, after all I have school tomorrow, I need to get ready for the 5 hours of almost certain torment.
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Blue oceans
FanfictionPhil, a boy with blue ocean eyes, meets Dan, a nerd who has little friends, but when they meet they know that what they have is more than friendship.
