Locker 42 >> Phan

Chapter 1

6:48 a.m.

I woke up to a small beeping but became louder the more aware I became. I absolutely hate mornings more than anything else.

I sat up on my bed and slowly took the covers off of me. Lazily making my way to my dresser. I glance in the mirror and sigh, beginning to dig through my drawers for a pair of boxers. I pulled out pair and grabbed my clothes I had laid out the night before. I trudge to the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

I strip off my current clothes and step into the shower, feeling the hot water run down my back. I do what supposed to be done and turn off the water.

A few minutes later, I'm dressed and ready to go, I pull on my sweater and walk my way to school. I eventually turn the corner and there I see it, hells gates. I swallow hard, then walking in the building.

My eyes widen in shock, I dont think I've ever seen a school so big. How many students attend this school? I can't walk through all of this. There's so many-

"Uh, excuse me."

My thoughts were interrupted, and I turn to the person. "You seem lost," She pushes her glasses up. "Are you new?"

I nod, biting my lip and looking down. 'I didn't want to come here.' I thought about saying. Instead I just stayed silent. The girl however, smiled widely.
"Here, let me see your schedule. You got one, right?"

I nodded once more, pulling the crumpled paper out of my pocket. She takes it and scans through it. "Phillip Michael Lester." She reads, giggling a bit. My cheeks turn hot, I hated my name.

"P-Phil," I choke out. "I-I like to b-be called P-Phil."

"I'm Samantha, you can call me Sam. I dont mind either one." She states, handing my schedule back to me. I fold it up again and shove it in my back pocket.

"It says you had locker 43, ahh, right next to Howell." Samantha dreamily says, a small smirk playing on her face.
"Come on, I'll show you the way to everything!" Sam exclaims.

I honestly dont understand how someone can be so.. happy.

Samantha takes a hold of my hand and pulls me through some hallways, before we get to a locker. It was small and towards the very back of the school. I'm sure someone can get away with murder back here.

"Combination?" Sam asks, her hand on top of the twisty thing. Luckily, I memorized it just in case.

"3, 13, 12." I quickly sputter out. She chuckles and it pops right open. "Good work, Phil."

I push some notebooks of mine in there and slam it shut. Pulling a pen out, from another notebook.

"Room B297." She mutters, checking each room for the correct one. She comes to a stop and smiles. "Well Phil, we're here. I'll meet you outside once this class is over." With that, Samantha slips away and rushes into another class.

I take a deep breath and slowly turn the handle. In front of me, there are atleast 17 students seated, with eyes on me now. The instructor stops speaking and clears her throat. "You must be, Phil." She says, her voice hoarse and shaky.
I nodded, refusing to speak.

She offers a small smile and nods. "You can take a seat over there in the back. I'll have someone show you what I'm introducing. I'm Dr. Janeth."
She dismisses me by waving her hand, causing me to go and take a seat.

As I sit down, a boy smiles and leans towards me. "I'm Dan, nice to meet you Phil." He greets me in a hushed tone, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I offer and shake it. "Y-you too." I reply, sitting back. Dan chuckles and begins to doodle on his notes.

For five minutes straight, I couldn't get him out of my head. I literally just met him. His eyes were such a pretty chocolate brown and his smile was so pure and welcoming. His hands were soft and warm, of course, the warmth heating up my frigid pair.

There's just something about Dan.

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Hi! Okay so I really like how this story started! Should I keep it going or not? Anyways thanks for reading it, it probably sucks though. xx