Sanders Sides Hope

Chapter 1-New

Anxiety's P.O.V

I was sitting around my room, listening to music when the alert went off. My phone started to buzz rapidly.

"What the-" I said quietly. I picked my phone up. The screen was flashing.

New trait is arriving in 5...4...3...

I sat up in my bed and swung my legs over the edge. I pulled off my headphones and set them on my dresser. I looked up at the small and only mirror in the room.

Do you want to look presentable?

I ran my fingers through my shaggy hair. My eye shadow was a little smudged but there was no fixing that. The new trait was probably already here.

Since Logan, Patton and Roman were helping Thomas with a project, I would be the first to meet the new trait.

"They will have to get used to me looking like me anyway." I muttered to my self. I walked out into the hallway. I glanced over the other three doors, looking for a new one. It was on the right side of Patton's. It seemed like a normal white door but it started to sprout color. First blue, then green, then yellow. the color swirled together to form a clump of...well swirls.

I would never admit this out loud, but it was pretty. I walked up to the door. I felt a bit anxious.

Ha, Anxiety getting anxious. That's a good one.

The door opened a bit. Fingers curled around the edge. They where long and slender. Feminine.

Its a girl

The door opened a bit more. I stepped forward a bit more. I saw mocha colored eyes peeking out.

"Hello." I said. "Don't be afraid."

What was there to be afraid of?

Your self maybe?

The door opened more. A girl stepped out. She had long brown hair that had a slight wave to it. She was wearing blue jeans and a grey shirt with a yellow heart in the middle that was covered by a purple jacket that resembled my own. Her honey colored skin was spotted with a few freckles.

I could feel her anxiousness. It was very strong.

"I'm Anxiety" I said to her. She smiled slightly and tucked a lock of her long brown hair behind her ear.

"I'm-" she was hesitant to tell me. Not wanting to press her, I put my hand on her shoulder. She was a little taken back by the touch.

"You don't have to tell me." I said. "Didn't tell everyone my name until a few months ago." She seemed reassured by that.

"What trait are you?" I asked instead. She shook her head.

"No," She said. Her voice was smooth and pretty. "My name is Morgan."

I got the strange feeling that she was lying to me. I brushed it away. She didn't answer my question about what trait she was but she seemed so nervous, I decided against it.

"It's nice to meet you Morgan." I said. "My real name is Virgil." She smiled at my name.

"Like the poet?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"I like it." She said. I shoved my hands into my pockets. She looked down at the ground.
Silence.

"You want something to eat?" I asked awkwardly.

Great, that's a real good impression.

Her answer surprised me

"Yeah, I'd like like that." she said. I smiled.

"I'll show you the kitchen." I replied. "Patton makes the best cookies."