My kitchen comes into view, wait how did I get back into my house? I wonder around until I feel a cast of coldness. "Dan." What in the bloody hell was that, as I try to turn around I feel someones hand hold me still. In complete terror I spun around only to find that the hand was gone as quickly as it came.
My eyes shot open when I was roughly shaken. "MORNING DANNIE BOY TIME FOR SCHOOL! YOU'RE GONNA HATE IT BUT GET UP ANYWAYS!" Chris screamed trying to steal the Llama plush from my grip but ended up on the floor because of it. "It's too early for this shit." I said my voice muffled by the pillow. "ALRIGHTY DANS UP MUMM!!!!" Chris screamed. I didnt notice what he was wearing until he flailed his arms up and down like a bird to get my attention, It worked. He decided to wear a shirt with a giant yellow smiley face with an 'X' over the mouth, along with a pair of tan chinos. His hair was styled into little spikes all over his head. After looking at him, I decided that I wasn't really going to put up any effort into my attire today. I jumped up and ran to take a shower and left what my mum likes to call it my 'Hobbit Hair' alone and grabbing my multicolored pattern shirt with my grey skinnies. I asked Chris where the dryer was and then placed my socks inside, hey don't judge I like warm socks in the morning. I turned to the kitchen to see Chris already with two cups of tea and a biscuit by one and a bag of Malteses by the other. Gosh do they know all of my weakness? I zoomed towards the tea and bag of my favourite candy in the world. I screeched a high pitched thank you before demolishing almost the whole bag. I might need the rest for later I though folding it and placing it in my pocket. "Okay let's get a move on we don't want cha late for school do we?" He sniggered. I leaped to the dryer and pulled out my warm socks placing them over my cold feet, then my shoes after. "Ready Freddie!" I shouted quieting down after realising the others were sleeping. We drove for a short time when a bunch of white buildings came to view. "Oh boy this is gonna be hard." I heard a chuckle from Chris slapping him on the shoulder before returning my gaze to the school wow it's so big. (Heh that's what she said)
Chris parked the car and he showed me where my classes were then went to his own. I wondered aimlessly around until the bell signalling first period would begin. On my way I met one of Chris' friends named Pj he was a nice lad and I could easily see how they got along both were completely insane. Once I got to class people didn't look so friendly everyone turned to watch me walk to the back of the class next to a boy with long black hair almost scene looking but made his face look bright, even though his eyes told more of a story. His body language showed that he wasn't used to someone choosing to sit near him out of the countless other vacant chairs. I could tell something was off about him, the way he hid his face behind his layered hair, or the way he refused to take off his jacket or move from his seat. Something about this boy sitting next to me was intriguing I just couldn't tell what.
(Phil's P.O.V)
I got to first period without any taunting or shoving. Something's been off about the school ever since Camilla Webber went "missing" there has been a buzz going around that she committed suicide and her ghost is going to torture the people that pushed her to it. The people who bullied me 24/7 have not beat me up since then. It's weird to finch every time someone does hand motions while talking. But it won't last for long because I've know those bullies for about three years of my life now and I know that a death won't stop them. The bell interrupted my thinking so I decided to walk to class a little earlier than the rest. I think today might be a mildly good day.
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Hi guys I updated yay I've just been really stressed lately. There is seriously way to many problems with school and just life but since you probably don't give a shiznit about my problems I'll update soon. Kay ily bieeee!
~Lyss

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Change My Mind (a phan fiction)
Fiksi PenggemarTHIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED © (Sorry if this story triggers any emotional breakdowns about past endurances) Philip Michael Lester a nineteen year old who has been through hell during high school. Phil was never the popular kid in school he was...