The boy who cried Fire (on hold)

Why Should I worry?

I return to English, the name Phil Lester still circling my brain, like a vulture homing in on a gazelle carcass.
"Dan" Mrs.Anderson sniffs as I open the door,
"I am sorry for my actions and It will never happen again" I mutter, knowing that what I'm 'promising' is a total lie: if you sass me, I'll sass you back- that's life.
"Just take your seat Dan" Mrs.Anderson sighs, and I walk back over to my place, giving my friends the odd fist bump as I passed them.

My teacher for obvious reasons didn't pick on me for the rest of the lesson, which was good for me as I could just zone out and forget about all these stressful criteria's I need to complete.
"Dan, it's the end of the lesson, ya coming?" My friend Jay asked, and I nodded in reply,
"Sweet, see you in the courtyard bro" Jay grinned before hopping over the table and out the door,
"You may leave Mr.Howell" my teacher glares, and I smile sweetly at her,
"Trying to get rid of me Mrs?" I ask cheekily, and my reply is a deadly glare.

If looks could kill

"Bloody hell Mrs, I'm not that bad" I scoff while walking out the room, I can almost hear Mrs. Anderson's eye roll.
I decide to ditch my 'friends' and take a perambulation by myself, which I known to do, especially when in the midsts of an Excerstential Crisis.
But today I'm not, I'm just.... Walking.

I couldn't get the name Phil Lester out my brain! No matter how hard I tried, it was stuck there, like a Moth towards light, even though I know it's weird and creepy to think about his name, I can't help but do so.
Is he nice?
Will he want to hang out with me?
Am I a good first 'friend'?
Unanswered questions circle my brain.

I know I'm not a good friend, I mean come on, I'm a dorky looser who's friends don't care if he has someone to hang out with or not,
That's got to mean something.

The bell rings, signifying that break has ended, I choose to ignore it, I have no desire what so ever to turn up to art, I'm shit at the subject anyway.
I readjust my rucksack which was starting to way me down, before setting of towards the Japanese garden in the school grounds. The one place where I can have total peace and not be disturbed.

I have had the Japanese Gardens as my special little area since I started here, some may say its 'plain' and 'dull' with just a fish pond, stone bench and Bonsai trees, but that's what makes the place even more special to me.

I approach the garden, and take my usual perch, in the middle of the bench looking down at the little fish swimming around in circles.
"At least your happy here" I grunt, watching as the fish swim contently, weaving in and out of each other.

"Mr.Howell, class started five minutes ago" I hear Mr.Robin sigh,
"oh my gosh! Call the police!! I've never witnessed a crime so diabolical!" I panic sarcastically, and Mr.Robin let's out a gentle chuckle before joining me on the bench.

"Listen, Daniel-"
"Dan!"
"Sorry, Dan, I understand that being popular is important to you, but right now I can see the true Dani- Dan, and I know that I've made the right choice in giving the responsibility of Phil" Mr.Robin smiles,
"Bloody hell sir you make him sound like a cat" I reply, and the head carries on, choosing to ignore my statement,
"Philip has trouble making friends, and his parents are deeply worried about him getting depressed because of this, I know what you've been through with bullies Dan, so I know you will be able to relate to Phil easily"

Mr.Robin spends a few more minutes talking to me, before he escorts me to Art, and I see my teachers heart sink as I enter the room,
"Sorry that Daniel was late, we were having a chat" Mr. Robin apologises, and I'm sent to my seat.

"Daniel, we have been drawing self portraits, you have half an hour left" my teacher explains before turning her attention back to her computer screen, and I begin to do a rough sketch in my book of a Llama.
#Yolo.