dan p.o.v
I shyly walked around the school, my sketchbook gripped tightly in my small fist. High School has always been ok people wise, but I hate it nonetheless. It could be worse, I could be bullied, I could be hated, but I am none of those things. I'm just invincible. I haven't ever tried to stand out, I haven't for the fear of being made fun of. I doubt anyone would, my school is pretty nice, but anxiety causes me to always have a cloud of doubt in my mind.
Anyway, the only reason I like school is because of Phillip Micheal Lester. Phil is the popular kid of the school, he isn't a jerk or a douche despite what it may look like to people outside our school. He is kind, compassionate and attractive to say the least. I have had a huge crush on him since 3rd grade, but every guy and girl in the school does, so I don't stand a chance. I doubt he even knows my name, being extremely popular and such.
I sigh and open my sketchbook to blank page before sitting down in the back of the cafeteria, the only place where I can sketch the people I see without being noticed. I grabbed my sketching pencil and started to furiously sketch Phil, conveniently a table ahead of me talking to one of his friends.
