Dream Boy - phan fiction

Dream

An// this was written by my best friend Beth and I'm very great full so prepare for the writing to get 2000% better for this chapter

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I am suddendly awoken by the sound of a constant beeping. The dark had once again over come me and allowed my mind to drift into dangerous places.

It was all a dream.

I roll over and turn off the alarm, reading eight am in red digital numbers. I got up with difficulty, having to motivate every step that I took to reach my clothes to begin getting ready. I had a lecture in half an hour for English Language, fun.

Unenthusiastically, I got ready and took a brief stroll to my lecture room, to find that all the other class mates were sat down and the teacher was droning on mindlessly.

"You're late again, Dan." He moaned, this teacher, Mr Thorpe and I never really got along, "this is the second time this week, it's unacceptable, I will be reporting to your parents about this. Go sit down."

The thing is, in this lesson I never pay attention, hence the faliure I achieve every lesson. I know I should pay attention, being a first year university student studying Law, but I'm known as one to day dream.

The concept of being able to ponder about something at free choice, about whatever you want. I used to care what people thought about me, but then I saw the bigger picture.

Caring about what other people think about you isn't good. It lowers your self-esteem amd generally riddles you with worry. "Be yourself and don't worry what other people think of you." When people's thoughts reached my own, I would just go on YouTube and find anything substantial and entertaining.

'AmazingPhil' always caught my eye, he had similar hair to my own but in the opposite direction and darker. It was him that inspired me to try and do well in life, everyone starts from somewhere.

"Dan!" The teacher suddenly exclaimed, "please, just please pay attention!"

"Sorry, sir." This was going to be a very long hour.

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Finally the lesson had finished. As I unpacked my bag and sprinted ou-

I had run directly into someone.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I curse, looking at the floor to see a heap of text and work books scattered on the floor.

"That's okay, bet you're glad to get out of that class," the voice was tranquil, lacing the atmosphere calmly.

"Aha yeah," I finally look up. Big mistake.

Looking down on me is this universitys bully. Normally, you would think that university didn't have dickhead bullies, but you're wrong.

There is always one person more horrible than everyone else. Someone who craves cathartic release by beating someone to a pulp just because they stood on someone's toe. And in this school, this person is Shane Dawson.

"Well, Howell, now that you're out of that lesson, how about we teach you something?"

Shane and his shitty excuse for a posse begins debating where to hit first. Usually, it's the stomach, but today it is the shins. I am kicked by Shane in the shins as I stumble down, doubling over on the floor. They continue to hit and kick, the next one t-

Darkness.

a/n hi im beth and i wrote this chapter, you can find me on wattpad @dilsbunnyslippers