Lets Be Alone Together- Phan

Chapter One

My friends would describe me to be 'different'. I'm never sure how to comprehend that statement. People always say that being 'different' is prideful and unique. This can be a good thing, but in some cases bad. I don't know if people use this word to describe me as annoying or entertaining. Is there really a difference? Of course.

Different is the perfect word to describe somebody who doesn't know what they are, or someone who doesn't know what they are doing with their lives. That's me, Phillip. The boy who couldn't tell you much about himself. Sure I know my interests, but who am I really?

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Before heading to third period, I check my appearance in the mirror one last time, not that it could have changed much within the last few seconds from reviewing. My black side bangs fold perfectly on my head, but I fiddle with it anyways, just out of habit. I wear black skinny jeans and a navy blue Fall Out Boy tee shirt with floral lettering. When I bought it I didn't know that the lettering was actually floral, but I still wear it anyways, hoping that nobody notices the bright pink patterns.

I remember my blue converse sat on my feet when I look down, not being able to stand the sight of myself anymore. All of the guys in my year, except for a few hate me with a burning passion. It's because I'm usually favored by teachers and girls, which should apparently be shamed. Envy can do that to people, at least that's what I keep telling myself.

But it's not like I don't have any friends. I have a friend called Eden, but she has an obvious crush on me, which is completely flattering but I don't seem to into her, or any other girl in that matter. At the moment, I don't seem to truly have a passionate love for anybody. I'm only 16, I am still trying to figure myself out for gods sake, never mind anybody else.

My other friend, PJ is always busy. He always has something to do and somebody to talk to, which is something that I admire about him, but I never see him that much. If there is one thing that I have learned from my high school experience so far is that nobody cares... You don't really have to be a huge muscular jock to make it through these four years of hell. It would probably make it easier to be a nobody like myself.

Unfortunately for me, because I am the number one favorite for most girls and teachers, it makes ten times harder to blend into the back round. I once read that there is a scientific term for when you know that somebody likes you and you automatically you like them back because you like feeling flattered. This doesn't apply to me what so ever.

I take one last look in the fogged and messy mirror and start out of the washroom to my next class, Phys Ed. My least favorite subject, it always has been. I am defiantly not fat or chubby or anything, in fact I'm basically just all skin and bone. Its just I have no muscle at all, this makes it hard to do anything. I eat quite a lot in hopes to gain some weight, but no, both my parents were super skinny.

"Listen up!" The teacher shouts and blows her whistle -completely unnecessary- "Everybody in a line and start stretching!" If you didn't see her you would have thought she was a man with a weird voice issue. She insists that we call her sir instead of her proper name Mrs. Zudak. I am personally somebody who doesn't like labels, so I honestly don't know how to feel about her, or him or whatever.

This is one of my only classes in which I share with PJ. He stretches next to me but starts to socialize with every person within ten feet of him, except for me. PJ is all smiles all of the time, you would never hear him talking about somebody that he hates or currently has a massive grudge on, this is why all of the guys and girls like him. His curly brown hair tosses as we jog and do other forms of intense boot camp like exercises.