Crush ~ Phan

4

Phil's pov

Beep beep beep.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off, ugh another day at school, it may be a new school but I still don't like it.
I dragged myself out of bed and grabbed a red button up shirt and my black skinny jeans, I put my clothes on and hopped down the stairs to get some breakfast. I grabbed a Apple and my backpack.
"BYE MUM" I shouted as I opened the door an stepped out into the cold air.

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I got into school and walked to my locker to check my timetable. I checked my first two lessons, Art and science. I grabbed my books, stuffed them in my bag and made my way to art. I eventually found the art room 10 minutes late and walked in.
"Sorry I'm late I got lost where should I sit" I said nervously
"Go and sit over by the back seat please, you would normally be sitting by Dan Howell but he isn't in today"
I wonder why Dan isn't in. I walked to the back of the class, sat down and pulled out my art book. I started to doodle until Miss blackery brought me a worksheet. I read the worksheet,
Animation and design
Draw your own version of your favorite tv character

Conclusion: ......................................................
Evaluation: ......................................................

I started to draw my own version of Finn the human from adventure time until the bell went. I stuffed my book back in my bag and walked out of the doors to go around the back to science. All I felt was my face hit the ground and heard the words "worthless, emo, fag". I felt someone kicking me in the side of the stomach and I spat some blood.
Why does this happen in every school I go to
Because there only showing you the truth
REALLY you're back again
YES I AM AND YOU MUST OBEY ME
I felt more kicking and it was really starting to hurt.
"STOP" I yelled. One of them dragged my up off the floor and punched me in the stomach.
"What did you just say to me you queer" he said as he spat at me
"I said stop"
"QUEER" he yelled and threw me back to the floor. My vision was blurry but I could see them walking off. I tried to lift myself up but I couldn't. My arms were too weak and I was still spitting blood.

I laid there for 30 minutes until I got a bit of my strength back. I grabbed my bag and stumbled out of the school gates and went home. I was to scared to spend the rest of the day there. Once I got home I went up to my room, luckily nobody was home during the day, and walked to my mirror. I pulled up my shirt revealing ugly purple bruises. I dropped my shirt ,walked over to my bed and decided on sleep. I can't live like this.