Phoenix. Amazing creatures who are made of fire and rise from ashes. Phoenix Ruiz. My name. A pitiful human being who can't take care of anything he loves.
Phoenix. This is your sister talking. Stop being an idiot. Rephrase. Pitiful human being who can't take care of anything he loves AND talks to dead people.
This 'dead' person is your sister and says to stop sulking around and feeling sorry for yourself. Go to school, make friends, be normal. Fine, I'll pretend life is all fine and dandy for your sake, dear sister.
Don't be such a snot Fee-chan. God I hate when you call me that...
Please just do it, Phoenix. Get on with your life Kali-Shut up. Don't you ever bring up that name. EVER.
I just want you to be happy Fee-chan, I don't mean to hurt you-but how do you expect to live your life when you lead such a distant one? You are surrounded by people and yet you aren't. It's so very sad my brother.She wouldn't want this for you.Phoenix cleared his mind and shut out his sister. He was tired and she had so many truths. He just couldn't handle the thought of moving on. He had loved her and he just-No. Not yet.
He walked up to the school both excited and not. He loved the idea of school, just the execution was never the best. Always the incompetent teachers, the annoying jocks and those dumb girls who he always seemed to attract. He never remembered himself to be so...pessimistic. I guess that what heartache does to you.
"What number was it?" Phoenix said aloud.
Some kids gave him weird looks.
"Oops" He had a bad habit of talking to himself, or at least appearing as if he were.
It was 7. Lucky number 7.
