Metanoia

Chapter 1

A/N- This will always be in dans pov, just clarifying! Happy reading!

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Ugh, one more class, that's it Daniel, you can do this. I slump in my chair as always, which will probably make me horribly crippled when I'm 40. Almost all the boys in my class are gross, and if they're not gross they're stupid. Really, really fucking stupid. I play with the pencil between my fingertips, twisting it. I also tap my left foot, in time with the clock's seconds.
School isn't exciting, never was for me and it probably won't ever be. This one class though, everyone fails Spanish unless you have ties with the teacher. And by ties I mean you fuck, so basically everyone fails. But I swear to god, I hate everyone and everything. I mean come on, everyone only cares about themselves. Do I honestly believe people care about me? Fuck no, it's been proven that no one cares many times. I keep tapping my pencil, chewing on the inside of my cheek. It's just a habit, just like some people have a habit of cracking knuckles as I have that aswell. Anyways, I run a small tumblr blog that has a perfect aesthetic. It's honestly all I need in life. Perfect blogs equals perfectness. The teacher goes on with Spanish pronouns and I couldn't be bothered. I look around, seeing only one kid really paying attention. What's his problem? He has a dark black fringe as what I can see from here. Of course he's in the front row near the teachers desk. Oh he's a good boy, how fucking nice. I bite on my inner cheek some more, rubbing my tongue over some of the bumps on my cheek I made from biting on it. I drag my eyes to over the clock "2:45" it reads.

I raise my hand, clearing my throat and the teacher calls on me. "Excuse me, sir the clock Clearly says that school is over" I state with some attitude in my voice. As the teacher looks up at the clock, I fix my golden brown fringe, biting on my bottom lip and lightly squint my eyes. It's another habit.
I get pulled out of my fringe fixing by someone slamming their hand down onto my desk.

It makes me slightly annoyed and my attitude changes completely. I look up and see its the teacher, giving him the best evil glare I could. "Excuse me, howell, but the clock doesn't dismiss you, I Do." He spits, and I make believe I didn't hear him and continue biting on my cheek.

"Um Mr. Mahony? .... you shouldn't yell at a human person like that. He's probably just gonna be late if you don't let us go. Same with me, I have drama class." I hear a slightly low pitched voice say. I look over and see its that goodie boy. Hm... hes nice. What a loser, why is he softening towards me? I can't do shit for him.

"Bloodyhell, fine, class dismissed." The teacher says, rolling his eyes.

I get up, and take my books and walk out slightly still annoyed. I Crack my neck, turning it to each side and I feel a bit tense. Someone touched my stiff shoulder and I whip my head around with my body.

"So sorry to bother you, but i.. I didn't know why the teacher yelled at you. I-" the goodie boy says.

I cut him off, "why are you even bothering talking to me? I can't do anything for you." I state, rushing past him pushing his shoulder away from me with my own. I walk quickly to my locker and pull out my bookbag.

Ok but why did he actually even talking to me? Ugh who cares, I just wanna get home so I can reblog tumblr stuff. Ah, my aesthetic is so nice.
I get carried away in my thoughts as I walk out the door. I breathe in the fresh slightly cool air as the wind invades my hair. I close my eyes and take the autumn weather in, and smile to myself. After a few moments of enjoying the weather, I began to walk home. I enjoy the crisp crunch each leaf makes when I step on them, walking slightly faster home. I look around and see the dampened trees, wind blowing lightly on the top of them. I look to my left, and see bushes covered in the whitest of white snow. I think I'll take a nap, then reblog some more, or I could do my homework. But honestly who does that? Maybe that goodie boy. Speaking of him... i still don't understand what's his problem. If I seem him come up to me I'll knock his ass down, I thought. I mean he's taller than me.. by like what ? 4 inches? Wow. Be deal, but still.. I run up the stairs to my house, and I let myself in. I open tumblr as I walk up the stairs to my room, tripping on the last step. I regain my balance and I walk up to my room. I scroll through tumblr, reblogging a gif where beautiful sea waves wash over the camera, it looks so nice. It's honestly so satisfying, having a aesthetic. Especially one that compliments your personality. Not that anyone would know mine since I'm normally quiet or a smart ass. I don't let anyone close to me.. I don't want to get hurt. In this world, you either use or get used. It's as simple as that. Some people call me just plain stupid, but they'll see when they get into the real world. I just might have a different mindset then other people, but that's fine. I start to play music, "Blackbear - idfc" it gets me in a sad mood, but I always liked the artist. And I'm just starting to be in love with kanye. I hate him as a person but he should be liked as a artist. I get off of my bed, and drag my bookbag on my bed and sit back down. I go through my notebook, going over the notes and notice how uncomfortable my school uniform is. I get up once again, slightly groaning over how sore I am as I get up. I go over to my drawers, picking out a black sweater and I rub my hand over the stomach part of it. I appreciate how soft the cotton thread is over my palm. I look and pick out maroon red knee high socks and monfort Academy sweatpants. I slip them on, huffing, and going back onto my bed. I open up my backpack and pull out my notebook once again, studying over my notes I took in class. Honestly which wasn't many. I dislike school alot, but sometimes if I'm lucky I bother to do my homework, or study.

I slightly hum the tune of "Waste away - black bear" Its honestly my favorite song by him.
Although I can't relate to it, I don't have someone close to me, or a "girlfriend" or whatever. I.. I don't think I like girls. They're boring and way to dramatic. But boys on the other hand, they're charming as fuck, and just all around cute. But don't get me started on the ones in my school. They're all gross and a waste of time.

I nibble at the inside of my cheek once more, dragging my backpack off of my bed and I leave my room. I go downstairs, and have a short snack. Time passes by and It's very dark out, it must be atleast 9 or 10ish. I should probably go sleep, I thought. I run upstairs and lay in my bed, letting my mind wander as I slowly fell asleep.