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PHANPHOBIA: SCARED OF EVERYTHING THE UNKNOWN. I was scared of everything. i hate yesterday, i hated today and i sure as hell hated tomorrow. the best solution for me was to isolate myself. i think it's for the best.
it all started when i was seven, everything about anything scared me. no, petrified me. i couldn't do anything without being afraid. i haven't been to school in thirteen years because of this, it's been so long since i've interacted with other people and i am glad it's been that long. in anniversary of my mother's death, my idiotic step mother decides to enrol be back into school. obviously i was against the idea but my father (whom loves martha—the evil bitch—) thought that it would've been a great idea. despite him knowing about my fear, he told me i'd get over it eventually but i don't think i ever will.
this all adds on to the fact that i we're moving to a new town. derry. a small country town; the population seems to go down more then it comes up. i have a fear of the unknown and i am moving to a town i barley have any information on... but due to me loving my father, i told him i'd give it a go. i am glad i moved here during summer break though, it gives me time to wallow in my self pity.
"we are here!" my dad exclaimed excitedly. "don't you think it's beautiful?"
"with a bit of renovation, we'd have this place looking like top dollar in now time," martha's annoying nagging voice rang like an annoying alarm through my ears. i sighed.
"it's wonderful dad," i said dragging myself out of the crammed car. i stood there standing and studying the house.
the walls were a faded like green color, and the windows looked dusty, the metal you'd casually see around a house were rusted. i mean i didn't expect much. not to be rude.
"why don't you check out your new room?" i heard my dads voice from behind me, i turned around and smiled nodding, walking into the house.
i pushed open the door, it creaking in the process. that'll need oil. bare and bland, those were the only words that could describe this place. bare because of no furniture, bland because it wasn't exciting. the paint was peeling off of the walls, revealing its floral pattern underneath it all —that's gonna need to be repainted— there were dead flies and cockroaches bunched up into the corner of the room. i almost gagged. the wooden floors seemed as if it would break, although it was a one story house. i sighed again, i turned my head causing me to jump because of martha standing right in front of me. does she know about this thing called personal space? obviously not.
"hey little rat, go get you're room set would you?"
"that's were i'm going margo," i replied rolling my eyes.
"it's martha," she replied squinting her eyes.
"right, margaret. you act like a child... and your forty," i said looking at her blandly. "what does my father see in you?"
"i'm beautiful."
"right," i scoffed. "i'm glad you're not my birth mother then," i smirked. "i wouldn't wanna be that rare kind of beauty that you are." i crinkled up my noes before pushing past her and walking down the hallway into my room.
i chose he room at the end of the hallway, mainly so i couldn't isolate myself. the walls were exactly the same as outside and the floors looked alright, give or take a few cockroaches and flies. the walls were bland but with a few pictures of my mum and friends i couldn't make this material home feel like home.
"solly, why don't you go and check out the neighbourhood? get to know the place better," i looked at my dad and gave him a smile. i could never say no to my father, the amount of shit he has been through... and i love him dearly. he said the reason we moved here was because we as a family needed a fresh start. i know that wasn't the case, we moved here because his previous job had fired him. i'm not going to tell him i know. not now anyway.
"of course anything for you dad," i replied hugging him. he set his chin on top of my head, hugging me tightly.
"be a bit more nicer to martha?" he asked me.
"psh, in your dreams," i replied letting go over him, we both chuckled it off.
"i knew i went a by to far," i smiles at him and peck his cheek.
i made me way to the from of my new house, then going and sitting in the gutter.
"h-he thrust his f-fist against the p-p-p— fuck," i hear a boy mumble, i shut my eyes with force at the sudden sound.
"h-hi," he says, i twist my body a little so i could see his face. he was tall, his hair was dark brown and and he had a bit of a round face.
i gulp. "hello."
"i-i've never s-seen you a-a-around here b-before," he says tilting his head to the side. "are you n-new?"
i nodded, it was clear he had a stutter. my best friend abby had a stutter.
"n-nice. w-what's your n-name?" he asked. "i-i'm b-bill."
"solly."
"s-sweet. i-i'll see you a-around? d-did you move to t-this n-n-neighbourhood?"
"yeah, i live right there," i said pointing to the house in front of us.
"i live r-right there," he said pointing to the house next to mine. "w-well b-bye then s-solly," he said waving and walking off.
"bye bill."
i sighed knowing that this was most likely going to be my first friend here. there goes my summer of moping about in self pity.
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this is the first chapter to my new book called phanphobia. i hope you enjoy. this chapter is over 1000 words long and my chapter are ideally so short. i'm proud of myself.
please vote and like, i've put a lot of effort into this chapter. this book will probably have slow updates due to the fact that i wanna make the chapter long. okay bye.
