Copy Cat

Chapter 14

Project day. The day I've been fearing for ages. I got my project on dan done, but I'm nervous to present it. What if.he doesn't like it? Luckily I convince Amy to share to the class before me. It wasn't hard to convince her, she was practically begging to go first anyways.

I watched as she made her way to the front of the room. Her essay in her hand. Clearing her throat, she starts.

"Phil Lester. A name many people in his school have heard. Everyone knows Phil as friendly, and nice. Everyone also knows him as "that kid who always has the freak copying him" but that's a story for a different time. Many people never took the time to learn of who Phil is. They were always scared away by dan. So I'll tell you. Phil is strong. He's the kind of guy who holds up well in a bad situation just to make sure you're okay. He can withstand so much just to take care of others. Phil is silly. He goofs around with all his friends. If you've talked to him ever for more then 10 minutes, then I bet he's told you a few jokes already. He always tell awful jokes and pun, but that's the best part about his jokes. You love them because they are awful. He's smart. If he's passionate about something, he probably knows the weirdest facts about them. Like animals, he loves animals. Did you know that shrimp can only swim backwards? And frogs can only swallow with their eyes closed? And ants have a better sense of smell then dogs do? I learned those all from Phil. He's quite. Not in his tone of voice, but the way he holds himself. His emotions are only readable if he lets them be. His laugh, his words. He's always refined. And mostly, hes a good friend. He's always there, just a text or call away. He's loyal, and loving, and had great taste in music so you don't get stuck listening to 80s pop songs when he drives you somewhere. And hes the best friend that I could have. And that's Phil Lester. "

When any was finished she walked slowly back to her seat, drinking up the small amount of clapping she was getting. No one cared much about her project, but it meant a lot to me.

She passed by my seat and I quickly grabbed her hand to stop her and get her attention.

"Amy, that was really sweet.  Thank you. It would have been fun if I could have done mine on you, too, but im sure Dans will be lovely." I smile warmly at her.

A boy who I never talk to, i think they go by the name connor, but I don't remember, goes next. Maybe-Connor-Maybe-Not had done his project about a boy called Troye.

The boys project was really sweet and it almost seemed like they had a thing for each other, but I might just be crazy.

As class went on more and more people shared, but the bell was meant to ring soon. Many people, myself and Dan included, didn't have time to share and were told to share tomorrow.

I didnt mind, I don't want to share it at all. But I had to. At least I got an extra night of mentally preparing.

Why can school project just be turned in? Was the big deal with presenting anyway?

Howell, you're gonna be the death of me; be it a heart attack during my presentation, or drowning in your deep brown eyes, you're gonna kill me.

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Is it obvious that im stalling the end of the book? I really don't want it to end. But nevertheless, when it does end I'll start another story :)

Anyway, this is the second week in a row that my therapist is busy on my scheduled day??? Ugh

Questions: whats your favorite story of mine? Do you have any story suggestions that i should write (if you give me a good suggestion I can add it to my story ideas list and possibly write it one day)? Do you like snow? What's your favorite season? Have you ever gotten bullied? Do you do Chior? Do you do band? What's your talent? If you woke up as a squirrel, what's would you do? Do you have any siblings? What's your favorite possession? Do you love me? ;)

Once this story ends (probably still another few weeks) should I do questions like this on my next story?

That's all for today folks, are y'all l8r (idk why I did that)

Love you! Bye!

-Madi