Chapter 2
I'm back with a new chapter. I got more of a positive reception on this story than I thought. So I thought I upload my second chapter. I'm going to uploaded this at least twice a week. It's going to be a while before my P5 story is going to be done. Anyway, here it is.
September 1 – early morning – Philip's room
The alarm clock went off on the nightstand, waking Philip up. "*yawn* That was the weirdest dream in my life. What the hell was that Igor dude on about? A terrible catastrophe, my recovery… Well whatever, I don't want to be late." He said, getting up, changing into a T-shirt with "The best in the world" written on it, a pair of blue jeans, and the same pair of shoes. He went downstairs into the kitchen. Stephanie was sitting at the table.
"Good morning, Philip." Patricia greeted, putting two bowls on the table and pouring golden grahms into the bowls and pouring milk in it.
"Mornin.'" Philip greeted back, and he sat in a seat across from Stephanie.
"Today's the first day of school. You must be sad your summer break is over. But you'll really enjoy your new high school. I just know it." She said reassuringly. "So hurry up and finish your breakfast. You don't want to be late. You'll be going to Birch High, it's walking distance from here. Stephanie will show you the way. Is that okay with you?" She asked.
Stephanie merely nodded. The two teens finished their breakfast.
"Have a good day at school, you two." Patrick greeted the two goodbye as they walked out the door.
Philip couldn't see much in the car because it was real late. But now walking around, he thought the town was quite nice. It was small, but there were tons of farms and so much vegetation around. It was definitely different from Toronto.
They came to a crossroad. Stephanie pointed straight.
"Is it that way?" Philip asked.
She nodded.
"Do you also go there?" He asked.
She shook her head. She pointed to another direction.
"You go to a different school that way?"
She nodded.
"Oh, well, seeya later." He said.
She nodded her head and walked the other way.
Philip kept walking until he reached the school gate. He took a good look at it building. It was pretty small. Well, it was small compared to the school at his hometown. He was about to walk through until he heard someone struggling. He followed the voice to a vending machine by the bike rack. There was a boy about his age. His hand was stuck in the bottom so he couldn't get off the ground.
I better help him. He thought to himself.
"Can someone help me out here?" The stuck boy asked out in an Italian accent. He had brown hair in a pompadour and brown eyes. He was a jean jacket over a black shirt, slacks, and brown dress shoes. "I gotcha." He grabbed him and started pulling. "One, two, THREE!" He pulled hard, managing to pull him out.
"Hey, thanks! I owe ya, dude!" The boy said gratefully.
"You okay?" Philip asked.
"Sure thing!" The boy said with a goofy grin, doing a thumbs up. "I tried getting a snack, put the piece of shit machine wouldn't give me my drink, so I tried gettin' it and my hand got stuck."
"Hm, I ain't seen you around here before. You a new kid?" He asked.
"I'm Philip Wheeler, a transfer student from Canada." Philip said.
"I thought so. I'm Vinnie Pacino, how you doin'?" The boy named Vinnie said. They then fist bumped. "Oh shit! We're about be late! I'll make it up to ya, I promise!" He said, running toward the building.
Philip went to his assigned classroom. Room 13. He opened the door. The teacher was standing in front of the marker board. She looked in her early twenties. She had dark skin, bobbed black hair, and black eyes. She wore a grey business suit.
"Ah, you must be the new student, Philip Wheeler."
"Yes, ma'am." Philip replied.
"I'm Miss Greenwood. Please introduce yourself to the class." She said.
"Hello there. I'm Philip Wheeler. I hope to be good friends with you all."
"He's pretty handsome." A girl was whispering. Philip heard it, though and he blushed.
"Alright, alright, stop embarrassing him, class!" Miss Greenwood said. "Please take your seat anywhere."
While Philip was look for a seat, he passed by a girl who had a dead look on her face.
He ended up sitting in the back beside a girl with love dirty blonde hair and ruby eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless pink shirt and tight fitting blue jeans.
"Hey there." The girl said. "Where did previously live?" She asked.
"Toronto."
"Must suck having to live out here in the sticks, huh?"
"It's not that bad." He replied.
"I'm Natalie Thompson. Nice to meet you." She said.
"You can talk when class is over." Miss Greenwood said.
September 1 – lunchtime – Birch High cafeteria
Philip got his tray of food and went to the register. He was going to pay for it until someone got in front of him and handed the lady a dollar bill.
"I'm payin' for this dude's meal." A familiar voice said.
"You didn't have to do that, Vinnie." Philip said.
"Yeah I did. I told ya I was gonna make up for it somehow." Vinnie said.
"Thanks." Philip said smiling.
The two sat down at a part of the table that was empty. "So what are ya doin' in a dump of a town like this?" Vinnie asked him.
"Because of my parents' work. They're highly respected researchers." Philip replied.
They were making small talk.
"So have you heard about the abandoned hospital?" Vinnie said.
"Abandoned hospital?"
Vinnie nodded. "Yeah. There are rumors that it's haunted and if you enter it, you'll come down when some mysterious disease because the ghost of a dead patient will possess you."
"Isn't that an urban legend?" Philip asked.
"Yeah, but don't it sound interstin'? You wanna check it out after school tomorrow?"
"Um…I'm not sure…" Philip said.
"Oh come on. Where's your sense of adventure? It'll give ya something to do in this place."
"Fine." Philip finally caved in.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Vinnie said excitedly.
They continued small talk until lunchtime was over.
September 1 – after school
The rest of the day was completely uneventful, so Philip decided to go home.
Philip and Vinnie decided to go to the local arcade and spent several hours there. Philip destroyed Vinnie at Gun About.
September 1 – evening – Hoffman residence
"I'm home." Philip announced as he entered the house. He thought Patricia would greet him home, but that wasn't the case.
He went in the living room to see Stephanie sitting on the couch playing on a Vita.
"Hey, Steph." Philip greeted her. She simply put her hand up in a greeting fashion.
"Where's Patricia?" Philip asked, sitting beside her on the couch.
Stephanie opened a note pad app on her Vita and typed "night job"
"Oh, okay. What does she do?" He asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
The local news was on TV.
"... although he was not previously charged." The anchorwoman said on the TV. She sounded like she wanted to die.
"And now to other news. An Atlanta home was broke into and a suspect was caught. The suspect was twenty year old… *cough* *cough* *wheeze*" She started vomiting blood and she fell out of her chair. A technical difficulties appeared on screen.
Philip and Stephanie looked on in horror. "What the hell just happened!?" Philip exclaimed.
It was late, so Philip decided to go to bed. He just hoped that anchorwoman was okay.
Chapter 2 end
Next chapter, you see Philly awaken to his Persona.
