The Hardest Part Of This

Classroom

Phil's POV

Phil lay on the floor, his hip aching where he hit it off the corner of the table, and his back feeling like he was hit by a concrete floor. Because he was.

He paid no attention to what Dan was saying, instead focusing on his angry face, and deciding that Dan was definitely telling him how amazing he was. Definitely.

Putting a smile on his face, and sitting up, Phil laughed off his pain, his eyes bleary. Gathering up his things, he stood up, just in time for the teacher to enter the room.

"Hello class!" She smiled, her dark hair pulled back from her eyes. She was wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt, with the words 'I teach Muggles for a living. What's your superpower?' on it, and she was awesome.

"So, let's learn about the past, and all the old people that come with it."

Giggling at her words, Phil settled back into his chair, wincing as his back hit against the hard plastic.
Feeling someone's eyes on him, Phil turned slightly towards Dan, a silly grin on his face.

However, Dan's face was anything but friendly, a disgusted and angry frown on his face, his eyes dark and malicious.

Humming awkwardly, Phil swivelled away, and played with his sleeve nervously, trying to distract himself from the boy glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Fiddling with his pencil case, Phil stared around the room, trying to focus on anything but Dan.

The room was nicely decorated actually. It was a mess of posters all over the walls, writing on the windows, pictures by the whiteboard and bottles on the floor.

There was literally no clear space on the walls, ad they were filled with posters from Auschwitz and of Romeo and Juliet. Pictures of famous buildings and monuments from around the world littered the walls, and there were quotes from books written in many different colours on the windows.

It was a mess of a classroom, but it was strangely beautiful.