summer school // phan

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Dan's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing next to my ear. I sat up and placed my feet on the carpet below walking over and closing the open window that was sending a cool breeze into the room. Stepping on to the tile of the bathroom sending shivers throughout my body from the coldness. Everything was slightly foggy considering I just woke up; I blinked, clearing my vision. I looked in the mirror to see my black eye had faded slightly but was still very noticeable.

I stepped under the shower head which was only slightly above my head as I was obnoxiously tall. The hot water hit my back causing me to let out a small groan but I continued to stay under the water. The warmth of the water embraced me while I washed up. I tried to avoid letting the burning water seep into my cuts but failed because there were cuts and scrapes all over. There was a cut on my head and it hurt the most when some conditioner got in it. That burned.

Today was the first day of summer school and I was curious who else would be there. I got dressed in my usual black clothing. People thought it was weird but I enjoyed wearing black, stains weren't an issue, I blended in, and I just didn't really like colours on me.

I walked out the door instantly feeling the warm sun hitting the skin on my exposed arm. It was summer yet I always wore jeans. I arrived at the school a few minutes later and almost nobody was there. The halls seemed creepily empty. It was an eerie feeling, it was if something was going to jump out around the corner. I slowly walked toward the auditorium because that's where we were told to meet so we knew where to go.

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A few kids walked into the auditorium and sat in the seats provided. After being there for about 10 minutes and aimlessly playing games on my phone, a teacher came out holding a portfolio.

"Welcome everybody" the teacher spoke cheerfully
Everyone muttered a faint, mumbled 'morning' in response.
The teacher continued, "you are all here because you either failed some or all of your classes, I'm looking at you Johnathon" she spoke while fiercely looking a twelfth year student who was called 'Johnny' by everyone except for teachers. He had been turned towards a blonde girl who I presume he was flirting with. He just laughed as if he didn't care in the slightest about school. The teacher carried on,

"As I was saying, you have either failed classes or chose to be here" I thought to myself 'who would actually choose to be here?' The teacher soon handed out papers with everyone's schedule. I had math first which I was definitely not happy about. I was lucky I didn't fail all my classes but I failed at math, geography, and I had to do an assignment for English. I also was going to do art again because I needed a fourth class so they let me choose another class. I enjoyed art and found sketching quite relaxing. I wasn't great at painting though.

I headed off to the math class and sat down in Ms. Berry's classroom. She sounded nice with her cheery accent but she was a bitter human. She gave a few pages of math and briefly explained how to do the math.

Phil's POV

I woke up with the sun beaming into my eyes. I got out my phone and looked at the time. 9:13 am."CRAP" I yelled as I threw my blankets off of me and put on the first clothes that I found and ran out the door. I tried sprinting to school but stopped after a minute because I hadn't run in so long. I wasn't exactly athletic. I wondered how I didn't hear my alarm. That's odd. I got to the school and saw a teacher talking to the secretary. I walked into the office awkwardly interrupting.

"U-uh...e-er...I-I'm sorry I'm late, my alarm didn't go off" I clutched onto my backpack and looked down at the floor
"Oh yes, Mr. Lester. Here you go" she handed me a piece of paper with my schedule on it. Math was first. I had chosen my classes because I didn't actually need to be here. I was pretty good at math so I chose that along with, drama, art, and geography. I liked those subjects. I walked into the class with my head down and sat in a seat in the back. I saw the familiar brown hair and tensed up. I knew I was going to be with Dan for some classes but I didn't think it'd be this early. I hadn't mentally prepared myself enough. Maybe he wouldn't notice me but of course the teacher instantly called me out for being late. "Phillip, do you have a reason for coming in late?" She spoke sharply and the few people turned their heads to see me sitting down. "M-my alarm didn't go off...s-sorry" I stuttered out. She told me to not be late and disrupt her class again but I could feel the tension in the room that Dan and I had both had.

Dan's POV

"Phillip, do you have a reason for coming in late?" Ms. Berry spoke sharply. 'Phillip'? No. it can't be. I turned around to see Phil standing awkwardly trying to sit down. Why was he here? He has great grades. Why would he come here for no reason? I couldn't think of an explanation. Unless...no. It can't be.

I tried carrying on with the math but couldn't concentrate. The bell rang and I shoved my books in my bag and went to the geography room. I hated geography but I wanted to pass so I did the work that was assigned and tried to ignore that Phil was also in this class. He sat a few seats behind me and I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my neck. My brain still couldn't concentrate on the lessons being taught so I closed my book and sat back in my chair trying to listen; I failed. I began tapping my pen on the desk in front of me. "Could you stop that? It's irritating" a girl near me whispered loud enough for me to hear it. I stopped and apologized. I lowered my head and opened my book back up. I filled in some things on the paper but I mostly just doodled on the edges. I heard the teachers voice without comprehending what she was saying. I looked out the window as I saw a droplet of rain hit the window, then another, and another. Soon class was over and I was planning on walking over to a place close by for lunch but since it was raining I didn't bother. Nobody was there to serve lunch so you either went out to eat or brought your own lunch. I didn't bring anything to school to eat and so I walked up to the library and sat in a corner to pass time.

I pulled out my phone and earbuds and listened to some music whilst reading. Everyone else was probably sat in the cafeteria so I was alone in the library. I was sitting on the ground against a wall and to the left of me was a large window. I finished two chapters and decided to spend the remainder of my lunch break looking out the window to the dark clouded city of London. I had realized I had got caught in a stare I once the bell rang. I rushed into my English class which I didn't fail but I had to redo an assignment. The teacher handed out a paper that said how to write an essay and explained it as if we have never wrote an essay before. The assignment we had to I had actually got an 'B' on and I didn't have to do everything in the class I just had to complete the one assignment. The teacher asked me to stay after class for a few minutes so when the bell rang for everyone to go to the next class I stood up and walked over to the teacher.

"Ah yes, Daniel" she and my grandmother were the only people who called me Daniel, everyone else just called me Dan
"Yes"
"As you didn't hand in the short story assignment you will be doing it again so you will have to complete it within the next few weeks"
"Okay"
"Now you may get to your last class"

I walked out of the classroom and down the empty halls to my last class, art. I didn't need to take art again but I needed a fourth class so I chose art. Art was my favourite subject because I was able to express myself and it was a way for me to relax. When people looked at me they would think that I'm just this emo guy who doesn't know what emotions are. I knew what emotions were; oh god did I know. People were astonished to hear that I don't go around killing people. I was actually the opposite of what a lot of people thought I was. I wasn't harmful at all, I was actually quite gentle. Sure I could throw a few punches and no I'm not scared of getting into a fist fight but I also didn't want to cause people pain wether it be physical or emotional. I wasn't tough, I had feelings. I actually cried almost everyday after school while I was younger. I wasn't a bully, I was the one being bullied. That's why I know how to fight, I've been in too many.

My mind kept racing as I painted a grey tree full of dark colours and shades. It seemed depressing but then I painted a bright red shiny apple by itself on the tree. The painting had a message, great things can be made of horrible ones. The best people in the world could come from a terrible past. People can change, I believed that. That one apple turned a depressed, sad picture into a beautiful one. I wanted people to look at it and feel hope. Maybe I could try to change myself for the better. Maybe I could actually talk to Phil Lester.

A/N

Woah. Deep.

Idk what to say so bye