NIGHT SCHOOL - (PHAN AU)

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Dan's POV
"We've told you a million times! You promised us, but you still didn't improve these grades, Daniel!" my mum argued. "But this time, i'll try harder! Please i promise! I'll do anything but go to that Night School, what about summer school?" I argued back. "Summer school wont change anything, you'll sleep through it again... Dan, would you please listen to us? We want you to have a good life, with good grades we're doing this because we love you." my dad sighed. I looked down and shuffled my feet a bit, on the point of crying.
Tears began to form in my eyes. Im so useless i cant even make my parents happy. "Please, honey?" my mum pleaded.
I nodded and went back upstairs to my room. I can't believe i have to go to Night School. It was around 9PM which was the time i start going through tumbler until i feel sleepy, and that would be at 7AM, it's also when im supposed to be awake and go to school.

As im going through tumbler, i stumble upon someone who said they were going to a Night School too, wow im not the only one.
I sigh and close my laptop lay it on the side, i grab my phone and plug my headphones. I start playing 'Happy Song' by Bring me the horizon.

'But if i sing along
a little louder
to a happy song
i'll be fine-'

But nope, trying to get some sympathy isn't as easy as it is when someone knocks on my door. I pause the music and get up. I sighed as i unlocked the door. My mum. "Honey, you're not going to start Night School until 2 days, so you're gonna have to go to your normal morning school today, but not tomorrow, so try and get some sleep, okay?" she declares. "Mum, i cant, even if i try you already know why" i sigh. She frowns and leaves. I close the door and lean on it. I cant get good grades, i make my parents sad, people bully me because i sleep in class everyday and apparently because im a 'faggot'.
That word repeats in my head and never fades. I put my head in my hands and start to quietly sob.

Im a faggot

Why do i even bother to live
i make everyone sad
i cant wait for death

I sob a little louder but not loud enough so no one hears me. I wish i could scream but i cant i dont want anyone to be concerned about me. So i just continue to cry like a baby. (cry baby cry baby... UR WELCOME)

Phil's POV
Its been a few weeks since i was attending this Night School. It isn't so bad i just have to wake up at 6PM and leave at 7PM. Not many people go there. Im not popular because im gay what kind of rule says 'Gay people aren't allowed to be popular' I wish someone actually wants to be my friend, we also have a project coming up and we're supposed to have a partner but im sure im going to work alone. Alone, as always.

The bell rings meaning we get to go home, its currently 5AM. I get up and start walking when the teacher grabs my arm and looks me in the eye. "Phil, dear, you need to find someone to do that project coming up next week" she said worryingly (is that a word?) "Mrs. Richer im fine, i can handle it" i fake smiled. I left without another word. I finally arrived home i laid on my bed and fell asleep.