Phobia

You're Insane, You Know That, Right?

It was six in the morning when my alarm went off, but it's not like I really needed it. I returned to school again, and I was not mentally or physically ready for it. But that might have to do with the fact I haven't had a good sleep in over a month. The doctors say I'm simply sick, though I don't really feel any different than normal.

I rubbed my eyes, taking a sip of coffee. I had an unhealthy obsession, it was my third one this hour, let alone the night. I sighed, looking at my laptop. I pushed some of hair behind my ear, trying to control it and keep it out of my face.

I was scrolling through Twitter, bored. It was pretty dead, as usual these days It wasn't really an eventful night, most of my friends had gone to bed earlier. I took a look at my closest, annoyed already. I needed to get dressed, but that'd force me to actually leave my house. Taking another sip of my coffee, I got up, against my own will and turned on my bedroom light. Going over to my closest, I opened the doors and walked in. I didn't have the biggest closest, but I was able to take a few steps inside.

I striped out of my black tank top and cupcake pajama pants and slipped into a new outfit; black tights, a red tank top and a mismatched pair of socks. I walked over to my dresser, sitting on a stool and putting on some music. Looking at myself, I sighed. I had dark bags under my eyes and my long hair was so messy it looked as though it was just longer than my shoulders. I brushed it out, wincing when I got to big knots in my hair. Eventually, my hair finally was straight, and I let out a small smile. I started doing my makeup, just a simple everyday look. I never understood why people tried to look so good on the first day back when the second day you're going to dress like you couldn't care less. I personally don't care about what day it is, I just usually couldn't care less about looking fancy.

I took a long sigh, looking at my computer as they Skype ringtone went off. I hopped onto my bed, answering it. It was my best friend Tiarna, who had Esioptrophobia.

"Hey, Tiarna." I said, smiling at her.

"What are you wearing today?" She asked, her Australian accent as thick as ever.

"Tights and red tank, nothing special. It is me after all."

"I'm wearing my grey sweats and black sweater today."

"I'd think you would be wearing shorts or something."

"Everything is colder than Australia, so seriously whatever."

"You're insane, you know that, right?"

"Oh well, are you coming to pick me up this morning?"

"Yeah yeah, after I pick up Zama and Dakota, though."

"Alright, I'll see you all then. I'll hope off before my mom starts freaking that I'm using Skype."

"Well we both know it is dangerous."

"I turn the video screen off on my side."

"Fine fine, I'll speak with you later. Cya!"

I turned off my Skype and looked around my room. I stood up and started to walk downstairs, since it was about seven and my family was probably awake by now. Especially my musically, preppy and annoying twin brother. Though, if you were to see us side by side, you wouldn't be able to guess. He has dark brown hair, brown eyes and he's a lot taller than I am. He's more fit, while I'm more slim and not at all into physical activity too much. I enjoy my sports, but when your highschool doesn't have a baseball team, it's kind of difficult.

"Think fast!" My brother, Christopher, yelled, tossing a soccer ball at me. I just barely caught it, scowling at him.

"One of these days you're going to break something."

"Not if you keep catching it." He grinned, putting his hands up as if I was going to toss it to him. All I did was drop it and sit across the table from him, putting pieces of bacon onto my plate of eggs.

"You're so lame."

"That, I can live with. You, I cannot."

"You're going to regret that when I drown."

"And in what scenario anytime soon will you be going swimming?"

"That's besides the point."

"Guys, stop fighting. That's all you two seem to do." My father said, coming from the kitchen to sit down with us. Our mother had died to a shark attack a few years ago.

"Well I guess we're just so different."

"I'm going to die to drowning, you're going to die with a clown. Very different."

"You realize I really fucking hate you, right?"

"Love you too, sis."

"Are you guys excited for school today?"

"Of course!" My brother said, posing with his soccer ball. I just rolled my eyes, eating my breakfast.

"What about you, Renee?"

All I did was shrug, chewing my food. "Just excited to see the group again."

"You mean The Losers?"

"We embrace it."

"Lame. You're driving me to school, right?"

"Well," I began, putting my dishes away and walking over to the door where my bag also sat. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my jacket and bag. Walking over to my father, I kissed him on the cheek and looked over at my brother. "I guess you should have thought of that before you insulted me, huh?" I laughed, walking outside. "Bye!" I shouted, running to my car and unlocking it.

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Word count: 975
So this is a new book I'm considering continuing on, what do you guys think? I'm also probably going to try and base characters off of my friends and other people. So if you want to be in this book, comment:

- First name and last name (That you want to go by in here. I will be making a character list with first names).
- A phobia (both scientific name and what it is).

~ (J/P)