𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐲𝐬/ 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬.

Chapter 2: Meeting the Children

Though Phoebe was hesitant and shy, she decided to have the courage to open the door. Until she remembered the rule about knocking. She knocked three times 'Rat tat tat.' As she waited, someone...ahem...no, exuse me...Four Children, finally opened the door. One of them had a bowl cut, and an adventure had, but according to Phoebe, it looked like a soilders hat. The middle one had long hair and glasses, also wearing a green flower-like dress. Finally the younger ones looked exactly the same, having both mushroom bob cuts, and their eyebrow's not being present. The only thing that told them apart was a maroon turtleneck sweater. Phoebe fiddled with her bandanna, still worried and shy. The one with the bowl cut began laughing at Phoebe, holding his stomach. "Hahaha! You look just like our twin brothers!" The one with Glasses began laughing too. "Hahaha! He's right!" However, one of the twins looked at his sibblings, giving them a look that said, 'stop, unless you want to be bitten.' The other twin stared at Phoebe, holding his hand out. He said "Hello, little girl..." the first twin looked at Phoebe with a creepy grin. Both of the twins stared at her with a creepy grin.

"Uh, hello..." Phoebe said, giving them the same exact look. "I'm Phoebe, but I'm called Bee, or BeezleWeezle. What about you guys?" She asked, as two of them pointed to one another. "That's Barnaby," one said, "and that's Barnaby." The other said. "Hm," Phoebe, thought and paused. "Can I call you Barnaby A and B?" She asked. Barnaby A and B nodded. They invited her into their house, as Phoebe tried to grasp at Barnaby B's hand. As he held her hand, Barnaby B showed her to the library, so did Barnaby A. "So," Phoebe said, breaking the silence. "who we're those two?" The two twins stared at Phoebe, and said in union "Those are our sibblings, the one with the bowl cut is Tim." Phoebe then asked, "I assume that the one with glasses is you're sister?" They both nodded and said "That's Jane. She is the middle child, dear." Phoebe nodded, trying to say 'good to know, I guess.' Finally, soon at the library, A. and B. let Phoebe to sit in their Nanna-Pult, though not wanting to be rid of her. As she sat down, she asked "Why are you're siblings so mean and rude?" A. and B. looked at each other with squinted eyes. Before one, B., responded with "Well, they're not alway's like that. They can be quite nice, well, I guess only Jane can, Tim is bossy and mean." He said this while sticking his tongue out at Phoebe, trying to be playful towards her, which Bee giggled at. (Keep in mind that Phoebe's nickname is Bee, by the way.) The two twins smiled at her, with the same creepy expression. Finally, after a moment of exploring, the two twin's decided to lead Phoebe downstair's to take her home (so that Tim and Jane couldn't see Phoebe, because the Barnabys we're quite worried about her being bullied by their sibbling's.) Unfortunately, Jane came downstairs, whilst holding a vase with water, and oddly, no flower's.

Jane scoffed at Phoebe, as Tim said "Jane, show Phoebe to her room. Now." Jane rolled her eyes and took Phoebe upstairs, saying "come on, Phoebe, we don't have the whole world to waste." The Barnabys looked very angry with Jane's sudden attitude, as she never acted like this. Jane was stubborn sometimes, of course, but not like this! Phoebe shakily dragged her little legs up the stairs, and they finally got to a dirty room.

"So," Jane said, sighing heavily. "We're are you from, dumbass?" Phoebe squeaked sadly, before lying. She wanted to be liked, and not for attention, but because not many people loved her. Her mother was alway's busy, her father was a drunken stupor, and her sister, Emily, was fun-loving and sweet, but smiled to much. So, withought hesitiation, Phoebe gulped, and muttered... "Australia..." "So?" Jane said, rolling her eyes. "I doubt you have kangaroo bed's in Australia." Phoebe's eye's filled with tears, as Jane said "you're too sensitive, Phoebe." As Jane began to laugh, Phoebe ram out of the room, tears flowing down her face. "Wait! I'm sorry!" Jane yelled, running down the stairs, but suddenly, she thought... "She's a retard anyways, sooo, why apologize?" As Phoebe was running out the door, one of the Barnaby!s grabbed her tiny arm, and said "hey...hey, darling, what Happend ?" Phoebe explained everything Jane had said, and Barnaby A was FUMING. "JANE! GET DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!" He yelled, stomping up the stairs, as B tried comforting Phoebe. He rubbed her back soothingly, and whispered 'Hey, ssshhhhh, it's okay, it's okay sweetie, now shhhh...' As Barnaby A yelled at Jane, Barnaby B patted Phoebe's head, and whispered 'It's alright, love.' Tim walked downstairs, and noticing Phoebe's sadness and sensitivity, he said "wow, Phoebe. I didn't think you'd be this dramatic," he laughed. "Jane was just making a joke, you little idiot. I mean, seriously. You're to fragile for this world." Tim scoffed and laughed. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" A yelled, and Tim and Jane suddenly stopped laughing. "SHE JUST GOT HERE, WHAT THE WILLOUGHBY IS YOU'RE PROBLEM!? SHE'S JUST HAPPY AND SENSITIVE, AND THAT'S OKAY. SO WHAT IF SHE'S SENSITIVE!? PHOEBE IS JUST WHO SHE IS! DEAL WITH IT!" B fell silent, as Phoebe covered her ears, due to the yelling. You see, Phoebe has autism. This mean's her ears are quite sensitive, she think's differently (from what I know, because I'm autistic myself.), etc. etc. A noticed Phoebe covering her ears, and whispered "hey, you alright, dear?" "Yeah," Phoebe whimpered. "I have very sensitive ears." Jane groaned, and A snapped his attention back at her, giving her a glare that said STOP. B then gave Phoebe a look that said you have to go, I don't want you getting hurt.