It was a typical English summer. Phil sat on the branch of a low tree, observing the grey sky above him, this is how summer goes he thought, it would be dull and cloudy, then we would get 2 weeks of scorching hot days with blinding sunshine, back to grey, bitter cold turns to snow, then the whole blasted thing starts all over again, going round and round forever (until global warming kicks in and we all drown), Phil didn't mind though it gave him a sense of security in an ever changing world, and so much was changing at the was 11 already, it had got his letter, he was defiantly going. Not that he didn't want to go, it was just that he hadn't had any real contract with other children since the incident and he didn't know how to act around sighed. The light had began to fade and he had to head home. Tomorrow was the last day at school, he didn't see the limit of going on but his mum said he had to.
The next day passed swiftly enough, lots of hugging, crying and Phil either sitting, standing or crouching awkwardly as he had no one to say goodbye to. The clock struck 3:20 and it was all over, he could leave. He rolled his eyes at some girls who had begun to tear up again, they were going to see either again tonight anyway. There was this big party thing that Phil had obviously not been invited to. He turned his back on the girls,on the building he had all app spent the last 3 years of his life cooped up in and walked out the gate, fully understanding that he would never see them or it again.
About halfway down the road Phil stopped, he had heard his name, maybe his mum had come to pick him up and he'd forgotten. He heard it again, this time followed by hard, fast footsteps. He turned to see a boy running at him, Dan. He should have known, Dan always tried to task talk to him, it made being antisocial a lot harder.
"Hey Phil, wassup?" He said catching his breath, there was a slight desperation in his voice that only confused Phil even further.
"Nothing really" was the reply.
"Going to that party tonight?" Phil just shrugged."Oh come on, you should, it'll be fun" Dan pleaded halfheartedly.
Phil didn't even honour that with a response except "goodbye Dan". Dan's face fell.
"Maybe I'll see you around some time?"
"Maybe" and he was gone, Dan had not followed him. Phil sighed again, he seemed to be doing that about lately. It had occurred to him that Dan had seen him to do magic, of course it had, but Dan hasn't tested to do anything to him except talk to him, and about the most mundane stuff. Phil had no idea what was going on.