Change My Mind (a phan fiction)

(Phil's P.O.V)

I awoke frightened, the nightmare had returned, a beam of sun shone through the blinds just enough for it to glisten on the sweat beading down my forhead. I quickly got up grabbed my clothes and jumped into the shower. Soaking in the boiling water against my shivering form. I stood for half an hour or so just thinking about what would happen today. High school can be unexpected but for me the same thing happened every single day. Get on the bus, get shoved to the back of the line. Then by the time I find a seat I would have probably gotten tripped a couple of times, called "mistake" or "worthless" maybe if lucky I would be pushed to the back of the bus where I would be suffacating because of the smokers and drug addicts. Notice my sarcasm. But thats not all, when the ride was over I would no longer smell nice and clean, No I would smell like smoke and be pulled into the principals office for "Doing drugs" or something like that and would then have to take a drug test to find out I would be clean. Apologized to then sent to my first class of the day. I'd find the board all covered with the remains of the chalk, making a white stain on our teachers frail hands. Which she would wipe on her skirt to realize it was black. Then with a sorrow some face would tell us to turn to some page and read silently while she would go clean up. Everyone would start to throw paper balls targeted at me of course. Then when the teacher arrived at her desk she would take one simple look at all of the trash around my table and ask oh so sweetly if she could have a word with me to the side. We would talk then she would send me back only for me to be tripped and fall directly on my face. Earning the whole classroom to erupt in laughter, Dust myself off and walk slowly and carefully to my desk while some hilarious kid would just keep hamming it up to pull my chair out from under me causing me to land yet again on the floor. Ugh same old, same old. I hate this routine, it's way past time to make a difference. I just don't have enough power to do it.

(Dan's P.O.V)

"But Mum, I love Wokingham, I don't want to move to London! I have many friends here and my girlfriend is also here may I remind you THAT!" I screamed at her. "DANIEL JAMES HOWELL how dare you talk to me like that! You have changed you are so rude now and, your grades have plummeted to the pavement, THAT IS WHY WE ARE MOVING! End of disussion." She barked back. I don't know why I chose to fight with her, i'm quite fine with moving to London I've wanted to see new stuff, we've lived in Wokinham, Berkshire, England since I was born. Mum deserves to be able to see more than just this small town. In the other room I could hear a crash, judging by that noise Dad is home, Drunk like always. I don't know why mum still stays with him. All he does is go out and get drunk then come home and trash the place. Mum doesn't like to talk about it but I might as well say it Dad one night came home drunk off his ass and got into an argument with mum and he beat her. She wouldn't talk to him for almost a month and slept in my room. I've had a strong disliking towards my father since then and I don't even care if he one day gets so drunk that he just ends up going home with some random stranger and never comes back. It would be so much better without him just eating the food and waisting space. What? Oh you're probably wondering about this girlfriend of mine right well her name is Lizzy (Elizibeth) and we've been together for a couple of months now.

I glanced around the hall to find the livingroom floor adorned with broken glass, beer cans, and clothes. What struck me with anger was to find my father towering over my mother's shaking form. "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!" My voice boomed. Judging by the smug look on his face he had me right where he wanted. I'd took the bait, he sauntered over to me tripping over his feet numerous times before standing directly infront of me. I could smell the Scotch on his breath, but it didn't bother me. "Oh lookie here little Daniel thinks he's big and bad now aye? You're nothing but bluf." He spoke venom dripping from his words. He was the same height as me but not nearly as witty. "Oh I'm sorry what did you suspect I was a coward?! I'm done with letting you come back to this house after doing who knows what drunk. I'm not gonna let what happened a month ago repeat itself we are leaving!" He lurched at me with a jagged bottle. I threw my arms up to deflect his blow and when he was close enough I swung with all my force to his jaw hearing a crack and my father slumping to the floor. I looked at my fathers unconscious body and then at my stunned mother's face. I went over and helped my mother up and ran down the hall to grab a suit case packing the little necessities we had and darting out the door and to the car. During the silence I thought where we could go not a single place clouded my mind.

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So first chapter what cha think this started off as an extra credit English paper about whatever topic she gave us and we could include anything pretty much that corresponds with it. So yea vote and comment if you likey if you no likey then poo you I worked hard. Kisses to my bitches. :*

~Lyss