Imaginary Friend ~ Phan (ON HOLD)

~~One~~

"I don't want to go to school."

This was the line that began every morning for eight year old, Philip Lester. He hated school with a passion. It wasn't the learning part he didn't like, it was the other kids.

Unlike most children that have a problem with other children their age, Phil wasn't bullied. He just didn't fit in with anyone. He was just left out. He didn't like to go outside like the others, instead he liked to stay inside and read.

Phil liked to read so much, that his parents had forced him to go outside at seven years old. He just didn't find the real world as interesting. It was a strange quality he had.

"Phil, dear, you know you have to." His mother told him, as she came in his room to get him dressed.

"C'mon Phil." Said his imaginary friend Crabstickz

Another boy right next to him nodded. "You should get up Phil, it's the start of a new day."

Phil planted his face in his pillow. "But I don't want to."

"But you have to." Said PJ, the other boy.

Phil's mother walk over to him, she kneeled down to the side of his bed, and brushed his hair. "You need to go." She told him, in her soothing, motherly voice.

He slowly looked up at his mother, and nodded. His mother smiled, and Phil slowly got out of the warm covers of his bed. As his mother stood up and got his uniform, Crabstickz started talking again.

"Don't worry, school will be over soon." He told Phil.

Phil nodded slowly when his mother wasn't looking, and sat down on his bed. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he didn't. His mother ignored his tired state, and put his uniform on a blue chair that was right next his wardrobe.

Phil was the type of kid to get distracted very easily. If something wasn't laid out for him to do, then he wouldn't. It wasn't that he chose not to, he just had an extremely short attention span.

Extremely short.

"Okay dear, you have to get ready now." His mother told him as she patted his shoulder. "I'll go down and make some pancakes, yeah?"

Phil nodded, and rubbed his eyes. His mother smiled, and left the room for him to get dressed.

"Pancakes sound really good." PJ said once his mother left.

"Yeah they do." Phil agreed.

He began to change into his school uniform. Phil wasn't wasn't a child that was self conscious around his imaginary friends. Because he knew that's all they were. No matter how much Phil wanted to believe that his friends were real, he didn't. He knew they were just comments of his imagination making you for the loneliness he felt inside.

He didn't have many friends and if you didn't didn't count his imaginary friends, then he had none. It was sad to say, but it was unfortunately true.

Phil just never fit in with the other kids at his school. Everyone thought he was weird, so he got left out.

In all honesty, he didn't even like most of the other kids. They would all call him names and make fun of him, but being the kind boy that Phil was, he just avoided and ignored them at all costs. Just like his mother told him to do.

"Phil, I need you to promise me that you'll you'll try to talk to that girl again." As Phil put on his standard black belt, PJ asked him that question.

Phil stayed quiet for a bit. "Her name is Ella." Phil muttered. A few days before, Phil had started talking to another girl on the playground. They had only talked a few times, but the girl kept trying to talk to him. They had first talked when Phil got hit in the forehead with a kickball while he was in the middle of an intense conversation with Chris about squids. Ella had helped Phil to the nurse and the next day she came to talk to him the next day. They exchanged names and she tried to talk to him as much as possible. "I'll try."