Chapter Two

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Phil Lester

I was now faced down on the floor from the boy's push. Tears were trying to win my eyes, but I tried to fight it. It was the ultimate thing you would never want.

I was never pushed like this, nor was I called on. I didn't want to live here. I didn't understand what he meant by "our place". I wasn't sure who he was talking about.

A loud noise hits the wall of the top of the floor. I look up. The boy was gone. Then what was that sound?
It didn't matter because i wanted to run. I wanted to get out of this place. It was incredibly stupid and creepy. I didn't understand the boy. But he was charming, but they were all like that. Charming but terrible people.

I ran as far as I can go. My mum was wrapping up boxes for the flat. I had to convince her to not stay here. I didn't like this mess I got myself into.

"What happened to you?" Mum asks.
"What do you mean?" I say.

She gave me a look of disgust, but I didn't understand her. Yet, she sees me carry back the brown bags and run like a psycho was chasing me.
Everything was a convoluted mess inside the bags she made me open.

"Why did you bring this back?" She asks. I stutter with words. I have no idea what to say to her. I try to form words, "There was.." I stop. Should I tell the truth?

She sighs. She takes the bags without me finishing my sentence.
"Wrap those boxes, will you? At least?" She says, in a disappointing fashion.

I tried do whatever I can to convince my mum. She seemed to get up the stairs without hesitation. The boy was gone. I didn't understand why he wanted to harass me.

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