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3. Extinction of Lions

He shuffled anxiously to my table and sat in what was Danielle's seat. I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

He was looking down again, but the blood wasn't dripping. He hadn't noticed me yet. "Cough cough, hey. I'm Dan." I tried to get his attention. "Hi, I'm...Phil." He said gloomily, still not lifting his head. "OK, so...um, what's your opinion on global warming?" I said awkwardly. Hey, I was just trying to start a conversation!
"Uhh, I think it's a serious topic involving weather or not our species will become extinct or somehow find out a method of survival in which could increase our chance of staying alive. It is a mass problem and everyone should take it seriously." Wow. I wasn't expecting that.
"O-oh...OK, great."
"Though personally I'm more worried about the extinction of lions!" I laughed at this remark.
And through the course of the lesson I found out Phil was OK and we made friends. After school I asked if we could study round his house. "Uh, c-could we do it round yours?..." He replied nervously.
"Um, yeah sure!" I agreed. Why didn't he want to go to his own house? I thought.

So we went back to my house. "Oh hello Daniel, how are you?" Mum sang, delighted, as we entered.
"I'm great, Mum. Thanks."
"And who's this?"
"It's my friend Phil, we're going to study for our PSHE assessment in my room. We were partnered up together."
"Oh that's wonderful! It's lovely to meet you, Phil." Mum shook Phil's hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs Howell!"
"Aww, you're such a gentleman. Anyway, off you pop, boys!"
"OK, see you later Mum." I said, walking towards the stairs with Phil.
"See you later Mrs Howell!" Phil called.

Me and Phil went upstairs into my bedroom and we studied for quite a long time. We were beginning to write our assessment while chatting when I asked, "So, Phil...what's up with your house?"
"Uhh, it's just that...I live with just my Grandma. Both my parents were killed. My mum died when I was born and my dad committed suicide a few weeks later. So my Grandma had to look after me. She hates me though. She....she..." Phil stopped. Tears were running down his cheeks as he explained. "Oh Phil..." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I put my arm around him.
"She...she...hurts me. Badly. Every time I do something she doesn't like, she just beats me with her stick or slaps me or kicks me to the ground. And she calls me names. I don't want to go back home." He was now drowning in his own tears, so I stood up and got him a bit of tissue. "It's OK, you can stay here tonight." I hugged him closer. I just wanted him to feel safe.