Phil was an innocent sixteen year old, laying on his stomach in the backyard of 12 French Crescent on an old picnic blanket, picking at the long green grass in front of him. He hated that house. It was once his home but then, his parents made the terrible decision of trying to renovate. Which at first you may think it's not at all terrible, in fact, you may think it could be pretty cool. Drills, hammers, paint and the power to change everything in that house. But Phil only saw the other side of it. The stress, the arguments, the pain and the constant, "I CAN'T DO THIS! I'M LEAVING!".
Phil had the flu, which didn't happen often, although when it did, he got it hard. He just got to chill out and relax. For example, in the backyard, on a picnic blanket.
As he laid there staring at the green abyss, Phil saw something. Something that was going to change his life forever.
A four leaf clover.
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Green Hands
FanfictionPhil's world flips upside down after seeing one little miracle in the grass.
