"Hey kiddo! How was your first day?" My dad asked cheerfully as I got home off the bus. Considering the bus had been just more 'emo' and 'nerd' comments, stupid remarks about my accent...
"Awful." I replied, tears in my eyes as I ran up to my room. I liked my room. It made me feel safe to do all the 'normal' things I love to do. Normal for me, that was. I was a really imaginative person, you see. Still am. I would make up scenes for plays and movies in my head during math class, jotting them down on the sides of paper, whatever I could find, my little notebook.
"Oh my god!" I yelled in frustration, throwing my book bag across the room. Nothing had been good about that day. Nothing! Not even 'Dan' who was probably straight and had a girlfriend. I wished I had my boyfriend back. I missed Tyler so bad it hurt.
I logged onto MSN to find if any of my friends were online. Occasionally I would have to wipe away a tear of frustration forming at the sides of my eyes. It's wasn't fair I had to move to stupid London. What's so great about London? Nothing, that far. Everything was good in Manchester.
•Rachel is online•
Finally! I thought. My best friend.
Rachel Bear-how was your first day phil?
Amazing Phil-the worst! i miss u so much!
Rachel Bear-everyone misses u 2. especially me :(
Amazing Phil-at least ur not being called an emo and a nerd D:
Rachel Bear-thats awful!!!! screw all of them, theyre stupid. why did u have to move? i miss u!!!!!
"Phil?" I heard my dad yell from downstairs.
Amazing Phil-I KNOW! g2g tho, dads callin me
Rachel Bear- aw ok :(
"Phil!" My dad's voice yelled again. I groaned, I didn't want to talk to anyone right then. Just Rachel.
"What?" I yelled back. I groaned, I wanted to talk to my best friend from Manchester, but he just had to interrupt me.
"Can we talk to you for a second?" He called. I rolled my eyes but got up from my desk chair. I ran downstairs to find my parents in the kitchen. I looked at them oddly. What do they want? I thought
"Phil... are you okay?" My mum asked. I stared at her.
"...Yeah..." I told her cautiously. They looked at me uncertainly.
"Phil, are you really? Your dad told me you said school was bad." Mum said. I glared at my dad who gave me a guilty look.
"I'm fine, okay?" I remarked and turned on my heel, walking back upstairs. Just because I'm going to have hell at school, doesn't mean I need it at home.
I got back to my room and turn on all of my music. I always listened to it so loud that I couldn't ever hear anything else. Everything was blocked out. And I liked it that way.
Like any normal kid, I loved to lip sync the words, thrashing my head and hair around. This usually went on for several hours until my would dad bang on my door until I heard him.
"Time for dinner!" He shouted like so many on their nights before. I groaned, pushing pause on my mp3. I didn't know why I didn't have an iPod yet. My parents couldn't afford it because they moved. But I didn't understand that.
I trudged downstairs, groaning really loudly. I missed my brother, Martin. He was off at uni and I felt really alone. Especially then since I had no friends in London.
