Have you ever felt so worthless, that no one would care if you killed yourself?
I feel that all the time.
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Life is crap. There's no reason to it anyway. Why do we even exist? It's not like we help anything.
Even if we all were meant for some reason, I'm certainly not. I'm as useful as a fish climbing a tree.
Not very.
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Math.
What's the use?
It's not like I'll need the power of triangles one day.
It's not like I'll get attacked and I can just say "No good sir, for I have the power of triangles." And zap him with them.
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Art.
You can express your feelings into what you draw. It's the one thing I'm good at. I just love to draw all night long so I don't have to suffer with nightmares. Or just doodling in class with headphones in ignoring the world. I just get bored to death in class. I sit in the corner of the class room, in the back obviously, and just do nothing. The teachers don't even care. So I just pull out my sketch book, shading pencils, iPod, and get to work.
I tend to draw 'disturbing' images. Not in my opinion, but the guy in my health class thinks so.
I didn't want his criticism but he gave it anyway. I hate when people do that. It's like "did I ask you to judge my life? No? Then go to Mars and breed unicorns."
Anyway, art class is my favorite class. The teacher lets us do whatever as long as we turn in a good project monthly. We also have to turn in weekly sketches but that's easy. He's very lenient on due dates so you could turn them in late.
I have art next. Currently I'm sitting in English listening to MCR. If you don't know that is, it is a band with a sexy lead singer.
That's all you need to know.
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"Class, usually I just let you do whatever but today we have a new student. His name is Phil. You can either sit next to Chris or Dan. I recommend Dan, Chris tends to get a little flirty sometimes." Pj, our art teacher says. He makes us call him by his first name. Don't ask why.
I once knew a Phil....probably not the same guy. He's probably going to sit next to Chris anyway. I'm just this weird kid in the back in all black while drawing 'disturbing' images.
"Hi."
Of course he sits next to me.
GO AWAY I LIKE TO BE ALONE.
"Hey." I return.
"Dan right?"
No my names Billy, the teacher call everyone Dan and Chris.
"Yeah, Phil right?"
"Yep! I used to know a Dan. I moved away when we were in middle school. He's probably moved and forgotten that I exist."
I finally look at Phil.
Those blue eyes.
A/N- sorry it's short. I'll make a normal length chapter tomorrow. Normal is 1,000 words at least, this ones in the 400s.
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Art Class \Phan/
FanfictionDan and Phil grew up together. They were best friends, as close as can be. One day Phil has to move away, leaving Dan in a state of depression. He never recovers. The only things that bring Dan happiness is music, and art. Art is his favorite class...
