classes - phan

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"what you're leaving us?" a lowered voice snarled. they were hurt.

"I can't be hanging out with a 3.7," i huffed, I didn't mean to blurt something out like that, they were family after all。。。

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1 year before
Phil's POV—
scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. Scrolling through my phone. I'm a senior, close to finishing high school, I've worked hard to get my star rating to a 4.3. I turn my phone off and slowly rub my sheets. other kids have it better than me. They're all 4.5's or 4.8's, even worse some are 5.6's or 5.8's. They're all so much better than me. then again some people have it worse. 1.1's, 2.3's, etc.

I never really questioned our way of running our world. You give people star ratings, the better you are the more exclusive things you get. It's just how it works. I can give someone a 5 star rating and it helps boost their numbers, or I can give them a 1 star rating and that can really hurt their rating. I'm not mean so I obviously give everyone a 5 star rating. If I'm lucky I get one in return...

I huff and run my hand through my hair, it always hurts to think about how everyone else is luckier than me. I turn my phone on again, the glass circle pressing against my thumb. I scroll through profiles and give ratings.

*WOOSH*
"PHIL DINNERS READDDDDY," my little sister excitedly said before pouncing onto me. I was really only close to my sister. I guess that's what you would expect from a sibling relationship. Her dirty blonde curls bounced. She had brown eyes surprisingly.  "I can't get it if you're on me," I huff as I push her off. "I'm calling the authorities," she blew a raspberry at me. I shrug at her and make my way downstairs. The smell of steak fills my nose.

I've always hated steak...

As I step into the tiled kitchen floor my mom shouts at me. "I know you don't like steak so you're going to have to make something for yourself," She quickly shoved past me and went to her room.

she was going to work.

My sister slowly trails behind me. "why don't you like streak?" she said as she slowly picked at her food. "mami always makes it bland so I don't really like it," I sigh. My eyes gaze around before landing on my sisters plate. Every time she cuts the steak, juice splurges everywhere. A ding, and a vibrate goes off in my back pocket. I quickly grab my phone and turn it on. A notification appeared.

"Daniel Howell has rated you: / 5.0 stars."
  " swipe to return the favor."