Two Of A Kind

Phil: Five

Dear Emo Coffee Eyes,

How are you?
To make myself happier I would help other people be happy. Nothing brings me more joy then helping others. Maybe if I could help myself too. I can never seem to stick up for myself.

My star sign is Aquarius!

And I can't possibly choose my favorite candle scent! I love them all. I refuse this question.

Anyways, I gotta jet! I'll talk to you another time!

Wait, are we friends?

Bubbly Blue Eyes

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I close the tab with the Email and click onto Tumblr. I run a possibility blog on Tumblr in hopes  that anyone who sees it will have a happier day. Kinda ironic, isn't it?

"Phil, get down here! If you don't hurry you'll be late to school!" I hear my mom call from downstairs. She doesn't sound as peppy as she usually does, though that's not unusual around this time. Bills are due around now, and my mom is stressed with how she'll pay them, Though it always works out.

I leave the warm bubble of my blankets and slip onto the cold floor with bare feet. I trudge down the stairs rubbing my eyes.

After eating the breakfast I made for myself, and the getting ready for the day. Getting ready, by the way, included my tripping whilst trying to get into my jeans, nearly blinding myself with shampoo, and slipping in the shower.

I'm a danger to myself, and today is clearly not going to be a good day.

As I head out of the house I leave some money in my mom's car for her to "find" later. I hate seeing her so stressed.

It's kinda chilly out this morning, and I should have grabbed a warmer jacket. It's not to late to grab a different jacket, but that involves explaining why I'm back there again.

I check my phone, which shows if I walk fast enough, i can manage to make it on the bus. Usually I'll walk to school, or my mom will drive me. I really hate the bus, but at least it has heating. My bus stop is the last bus stop on the way to school, so it's always a short ride, and if I'm running a bit late, I can still make it if I want.

I see the bus turn the corner, and the breaks start to screech. Exhaust fills the air, but I cough through it. I make my way to find a hopefully empty seat.

I'm not that lucky Though.

In fact in a furthest thing from lucky.

There, in the back of the bus, was Dan Howell.

"Oh look! It's Lester!" I hear him sneer across the bus, "why don't you come sit near me, there's an open seat."

I try to turn and run off the bus. It'd be fine, I could walk to school, it's just a bit chilly. Nothing unbearable. But the doors had already shut, and the bus driver was giving me a glare to pick a seat.

I timidly make my way back to there Dan was, knowing better then to try to argue. He politely gestured me to take a seat, and the anxiety started to rise in my skin.

It could have gone worse though. If I'd been on that his longer it would have been worse. But i didn't care any longer. I'm so broken.

I limp off the bus with a few new bruises, a crushed toe, and less will to live.

But I'm fine.

I'm okay.

Why wouldn't I be?

I just wish he could see what he does to me.

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Here's chapter 5! :) I high key love this story. I love all my stories.

Just read everything. All of it.

Wow this is a dumb author's note. Gotta jet!

Love you! Bye!

~Madi