The Letters I Never Sent | Phan

Chapter 1

As I've already written the first five chapter where the main plot kicks in, I'll post it daily but then it'll be weekly. xx

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It was a chilly morning, the rays of sun hitting Phil's pale face. The unceasing buzzing of the alarm roused him from his sleep, his eyelids slowly opening to the rise of a new day. It took him a few seconds to sit up, turn off the alarm clock and pick up his glasses. The bed under him still felt odd and his room, although already equipped with furniture and his belongings, seemed so empty.

He had reluctantly left Rossendale three days ago. Abandoned friendships he had developed along the years by moving to a new city miles apart, to a new school he had never heard of, full of people he didn't want to interact with.

It had been a while since his mother started searching for a job and when they found a place where she could work while his father could keep his old job, simply transferring to a different place to work for the company, was like winning the lottery. Well, for everyone except for Phil.

Phil was a very quiet person in any type of social situations, which didn't help at all in bounding with other people. Normally, people got weirded out when he showed them his cheerful personality, which made him stand out as an easy target. Before he at least had some friends who would sometimes stand up for him but now he had nobody and that scared him.

Yesterday, when he was walking home, he got cornered by some guys he had never seen before who started calling him a faggot and a loser that didn't belong there, even though he hadn't done anything. Phil rubbed the small bruise in the left side of his face, where that brown haired boy had punched him. At least he let him escape - the one called Josh didn't seem to want the same.

He got up, stretching his arms and headed to the bathroom, turning on the hot water for a quick shower. The bruise was only a bit purple - his mother got completely stressed out when she saw the frightened look on his son's face and rushed to put some ice on his swollen cheek.

Phil sighed and entered the bath, letting the hot water wash away his problems. In general, things weren't going bad, he just wished not to get bullied right on his second day of school. Thankfully, it was Friday. He could go explore the town at the weekend, since he didn't have anyone to make plans with.

After taking off the shampoo from his hair and washing his body, he got out of the shower and wrapped himself in towels, taking the hair straightners to his room. He still had some time to fiddle with his hair, trying to tame the small curls that appeared after he bathed.

He managed to dry himself and put on black skinny-jeans and a blue jumper by the time the straightners were hot and soon enough he had his contact lenses on and was ready to have breakfast and go to school. Classes had never been interesting and probably would never be, but trying - attempting - to meet new people while having them, made things slightly more fun.

There was this boy he had met in his art class, PJ, whose creative mind completely fascinated. Some people seemed to look at him weirdly while he rambled about some creature he'd came up with but Phil only admired and envied his creativity and art skills. He looked really nice, though, maybe Phil would try to talk to him again today.

After having a massive bowl of cereal and putting on his shoes, he picked up his bag and left the house, muttering "goodbye" as he carefully closed the door, trying not to wake up his tired mother. She usually stayed up until late to take care of accountability and Phil knew she was slowly feeling more and more worn-out, seeing the bags form under her eyes. He wanted to take care of her - she was the only mother he would ever have.

Phil sighed and walked towards the classroom where he was going to have English for first period. Maybe some literature could put his mind away from the burning sensation of missing someone.