The next morning I'm woken by the bright, piercing light shining through the small gap between my curtains. The sound of people walking around down stairs fills me with dread, why now! Why not later! The covers act as a cacoon against the cold of the morning. The feeling of tiredness hits me as I try and secretly go back to sleep, just one day off school, or maybe forever. Can't I just stay in bed and never wake up. I guess not, life would be to easy if that was even possible. As soon as my numb Body rolls over to get away from the light I hear dreaded footsteps coming up the stairs, I groan... "why do you have to do this to me!!!" I hate life why can't I just die!!!!!!!!! Then the thought of bumping into Phil at school makes me feel sick in the pit of my stomach, what do I say to him, I can't sit next to him it will kill me.
"Wake up honey! It's time for school!" My mum shakes me by the shoulder, but I don't move, maybe if I just stay still she'll leave me alone.
"DAN,!!!!! WAKE UP!"
This time she shouts right next to my ear making me jump. "OK, OK!" I moan back at her, making her leave me alone and walk downstairs, maybe now I can get some peace...
"DANIEL!!! YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!!!" Maybe not, I stumble out of bed and grab whatever parts of my uniform I can find.
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Walking down stairs I find a bowl of cereal waiting for me with the carton of milk next to it. Mum's to busy to notice me so the cereal ends up in the bin, where it belongs. I don't feel like eating, never do. Grabbing my stuff, I quickly kiss my mum goodbye and run out the door past the mysterious witch house and walk through the woods to school.
Frost has built up on the trees and leaves, and the air is cold as it goes down my throat. Crunching leaves remind me of the times me and Phil used to run through here playing tag. *sigh* what am I going to do now?... Without Phil, I'm nothing.
Phil's house is up ahead, maybe if I walk past quick enough I can avoid him.
But as I walk past his house, the door opens and there stands Phil, glaring at me. His eyes are red and puffy as if he's been crying, and his face looks paler than usual, as if he's had no sleep. It feels like time has stopped for a second when our eyes met. He puts his hood up, and budges past me. "Phil!" He just keeps walking, "Phil please... I need to talk to-"
Phil: "go away!" Suddenly Phil starts running, I can hear sobbing escaping from his mouth. I try to run after him but he's already to far ahead for me to me to catch up. A feeling of mixed emotions washes over like a tsunami of hate.
