A Phan Story of an Author, a dreamer, and Two Diaries

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Dan's POV

Diary,

They seem to hate me at school. I ignore them, I try to say nothing, I wish that I could be invisible.

I wish that I could die, sometimes.

No, I don't want a dramatic, blood-gushing, traumatizing death.

I want it to be quick, and painless.

I can't die, because it'd be selfish.

That's what I keep telling myself, Diary.

I'm wrong a lot.

Dan had written this before school, and he was currently in class, listening to the L.A. teacher and dutifully taking notes.

His handwriting was the neatest of any guy in the class, and could rival most of the girls' as well.

His writing? He had no competitor. He was the best author in his class by far, and his teacher always praised him for this. His papers were always shared or read aloud in class, his poems were treasured, but his stories? Nothing could rival them. Dan was a storyteller, with just one problem...

He was running out of stories to tell.

No, not fiction.

He wanted something real to write about, something that people could look at, and talk to, and experience things with.

He wanted a person.

So far, the only person he had to write about was himself, because nobody at his school seemed to be interesting.