Philip is 12 now and so are you. 

It was the a few days after Halloween. You were tired as heck and had eaten candy every day.  You groan and slump out of bed. You pull on a t-shirt with a rainbow stripe hehehe and some leggings. Then you brush your hair and styled it. You looked at yourself in the mirror and redid your hair. Then you got frustrated and just pulled your hair into a bun. 

You got the rest of yourself ready. When you got downstairs you stood there for a minute. Breakfast or no? In your opinion you didn't really need it. But you were so hungry! You sigh and pull out some cereal. 

After that you grab your bag and head to school. When you get there you let the sweet cold crisp air surround you. You love school, most kids didn't but you loved it because you were so independent there. No parents breathing down your neck. No little sister hitting you. Friends. Boys. Honestly, for someone to love school as much as you, they really had to hate their home. And you did.

Philip didn't like to reveal his emotions much. Or at all. Which made it extremely hard to make friends. He also didn't talk much. So when you saw him sitting on the school courtyard steps, crying, you completely freaked out. You were completely torn. Should you destroy your reputation and talk to the broken kid, or should you ignore him and feel bed for the rest of your life? You glance up and see his shoulders shaking with sobs. Your heart immediately melts for him. 

You shift your backpack uncomfortably nervous and straighten out your shirt. Then you cautiously walk over to him. You subtly, subtly slink down next to Philip and say in a meek voice,

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Philip practically jumps out of his skin and looks like a mixture of hurt, angry, and scared. You backed up a little but could see him softening. 

"It's ok, you don't have to talk." You say.

Then you sit by him for a few minutes listening to his sniffles. They break all of the sudden as he manages to stutter out a reply,

"M-m-my p-parents are h-having...another k-k-kid and they don't care about me."

"I'm sure they care about you."

"Well..."

He pauses to think, and then starts again.

"Well, only one of them does, but even at that, he still doesn't care much. My other parents are just hoping to have a normal child." 

"Well, you seem pretty normal to me." You say. 

He smiles shyly. You grin back. But he looks away again. 

"Have your parents ever told you that you needed to go to a mental hospital? Or that your sibling had more potential than you even though they're not even born yet!"

His voice getting angrier by the second. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he calmed down a little. 

"Oh, I got to go! I have English!" You say.

"Oh, I have English too. Herst?" He asks.

"Yeah, you?" 

"Same."

"Want to walk together?" You suggest.

"Sure." 

Philip doesn't tell you. But he really liked spending time with you. And you felt something happening. You started to like him.

~When Philip gets home~

He set his bag down smiling. He walked right past Alexander and John and into the kitchen with that smile. He reached into the freezer and grabbed ice cream smiling. He sat down on the couch and  turned on the TV smiling. His parents were extremely freaked out. 

"You ok Philip?" John asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." 

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Nothing interesting happen?" Alexander asked. 

Eliza stumbled into the room clutching her stomach.

"I felt it kick!"

Everyone crowded around her except for Philip. 

He was in a bad mood after that.

I got tired so I had to finish, sorry. 😐😑😐