chapter 4

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the next day Phil didn't even look at me in the halls. was he mad at me? I thought to myself. I couldn't focus in any of my classes. not even on the conversations going on at lunch. he was running through my head. "hey faggot. eat something why don't ya? or are you to scared to eat? does the food scare you?" some of Phil's friends tormented me. Phil didn't do anything. he didn't even look at me. he just stood there with a blank face staring at the floor. he barley even stopped. he looked up briefly and as his eyes met mine I knew something was wrong. he just pushed his friends and murmured "come on guys...we shouldn't waste our time on him." and for the rest of the day the thought ran through my head. i did something wrong. I thought to myself as I walked to my bus. Phil was already on. but his backpack was next to him. taking up the other half of the seat. "hey I'm not that skinny" I joked with him. he didn't even smirk. "just-just stop." he said still looking down.
"Phil what's wrong?" I asked.

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