Phan

A New Beginning (A Redundant Title To Start)

So before I start with the gay shit, I'm not very familiar with British stuff, nor will I study it online to write this okay? (I don't have a life, but I know when I'm being a loser) Sorry if that ruins everything for you, but I don't want to butcher stuff and offend people. This is basically just an outlet for my venting and whatever so don't expect it to be good. And with that, off to Phan land! Accepting newcomers each and every day! (please don't kill me for using American terms of schooling and lingo, I'm really sorry OKAY)

Dan's POV

Yeah. I'm a high school student. Yeah, I believe everything has an explanation.

Anyway, It was gloomy outside. Yes, I know, I'm not the person to be outside, but I had to be. It's not like I chose school over selling my soul to the Internet. Because trust me, Internet wins, every time. Bored? Internet. Procrastinating work? Internet. Upset? Internet. It just worked to keep the balance of the universe. Well, my universe at least. So whatever, on with the story. I sat in classes all day, browsed the internet all night. It was how I worked. But something happened that changed it all. But hold on, I'm not getting there yet. I have to introduce myself.

Hey, uh, I'm Dan. uhm, wait, that was awkward, can I get a cut for that? Maybe I'll edit it out later. Um, wait, this is an introduction.. Silly me, making a fool of myself as per usual. I like music, I like black, I wear skinny jeans, I like guys. Was that too forward? uhm, hold on, uhh.

As I went through the introduction I gave in my head, I remembered I still had a "life" to live. Even if at school I was basically dead on the inside. In school I knew a few people, I talked a bit, and I lived a normal life, I guess. But today, some new kid apparently came here. Didn't know him, I think his name was, uh, was it Felix? No, that doesn't sound right. Oh, yes! His name was Phil. He seemed decent, saw him once or twice passing in the halls like another dead boy. From what I know, everyone was talking about him, is that he has really pretty light teal eyes. Every girl, hell, every guy was talking about him. I thought it was awful strange. He was just a normal person from what I saw. Not too shabby in looks, but normal overall. But not like I could say anything about it, I haven't been here for long. He would pass through the halls looking straight down into a book. He seems like a book nerd to me, or maybe he doesn't like being noticed much. 

I don't know if it was Phil or not, but I felt eyes burning into my skin as I opened my locker with ease. I didn't feel them for long, I assume it was either a glance or he was worried about getting to class because the moment the bell rang I saw him bolt to find another class, eyes now on the schedule he used as a bookmark. Next period I had some boring class I don't bother to remember the name of. The thing is though, I never really pay attention. I wonder if everyone can tell my eyes are glazed over when I sit in class. Maybe it's why the teacher never bothered calling on me.

After whatever class that was, I had lunch. I sat with these people who I hardly cared about, and I laughed with them about something or other, and I ate the food I had or got. I can't really remember. Bells had rung and I found myself subconsciously walking to my next class, art, and I got a little more alive for it. The one thing I enjoyed was art. It was tolerable, wasn't too hard, didn't offer too much work, and the teacher was nice. Apparently Phil was in my class, as I heard more commotion about seating than ever. We were working on some sketch and I just lived on. Nobody tried to talk to me during that class, so I lived about it my thoughts. From colors and shading, to the music I listened to that morning, to whatever I could to keep myself busy. But I wasn't going through that class without being interrupted. 

Phil sat next to me now apparently. He was greeting me or something. "Hello, I'm Phil. I'm new and it's kind of hard to tell if you actually hear me or not. Are you Dan? Because I think I sit there next to you and-" he continued further than that, but I tuned out after I heard all I needed to know. "Yes, I'm Dan. Hello. Um, You sit here now, so hey, but please keep yourself from interrupting me in this class. It's when I get myself in check and actually think about something that actually matters." Dan spat more than said, immediately regretting it after Phil remained quiet and almost sad, as if he just messed everything up. Whatever. He didn't care, and neither should Phil.

Thanks for reading or whatever. I appreciate it. I don't have some fancy cover for this, but that's okay I guess. I don't need some fancy cover just to write. If someone really cared about my writing they wouldn't judge it by a stupid picture. Sorry, I'm bitter today.

~Dez