In a different world (Phanfiction)

History

I’ve resigned myself to death, Phil thought, he had just handed in a history exam, you see, and even though he studied really hard and wasted a lot of his life on it, he was going to fail. The miniscule issue was, the short exam was nothing like the example one they had gotten a week prior, it had irrelevant questions as opposed to proper ones. It also had, like, four questions as opposed to ten, which meant that if you got one wrong, you lost a lot of points. Why had he spent so much time remembering economic policies and names of thinkers and authors if they weren’t on the exam? And why, for the first time in all of schools existance, did they get tested on the same thing as the other class? If the other class in their year got neoclassicism, it was obvious that Phil would get rococo. But he didn’t. How many hours did he waste? Well there was nine from that time he studied all night, and a few from here and there because he really did not want to fail that stupid exam. The teachers excuse was, study everything. Dude, there were ten pages in the arial font with the writing size at eleven, how could they learn all that. “Oh, but you should have memorised that tiny irrelevant detail we brushed over once in a class”. Bitch, come the fuck on, they summarised it to the important stuff, like they were supposed to, and focused on what they had been told to study in class. They all failed, except for the really clever kids, because the teacher was a deceitful snake. Oh well, time to die. Maybe he should go out at two in the morning looking innocent with his most expensive belongings in a sketchy neighbourhood so he would get murdered. Phil could hear sniffles and quiet sobs from all around the classroom, students were crying while doing their exams, did the teacher give a flying fuck? Nope. Dan didn’t have to do the exam if he didn’t want to, seeing as he was new, but he did it anyway, and, somehow, he looked like the only student that wasn’t panicking. He was still writing. How did he know this? He did look kind of cute concentrating, but he always looked cute so it was barely a plus. The class ended only a minute after Dan handed up his test. The second the teacher left the room, students started complaining, some crying so hard they couldn’t breath. You would think this teacher killed fifteen puppies, that’s how mad people were.
‘What the fuck was that?’
‘Why would she want us to fail?’
‘Who would deceive a group of kids like that?’
‘I hate her so much.’
‘I spent ten hours studying and there was one question I could actually answer.’
‘I’m gonna start a revolution, even though we weren’t asked about it, you know the french one we spent two classes on and were told it had great significance?’
‘She looks and acts like the Trickster from Sarah Jane’s Adventures.’
‘Where’s the nearest cliff?’
Needless to say, people were annoyed. ‘Why are they all so sad?’ Dan asked, looking a bit empathetic. In other words, he was sad that Phil was frowning and also felt a little bad for everyone else because Dan just wanted everyone to be happy. ‘The exam wasn’t what she said it was going to be, so we prioritised useless things and didn’t pay attention to what we were told probably wasn’t going to be on the exam.’ Phil sighed, clearly also ever so slightly upset about this, he was more annoyed than anything, but he didn’t want Dan to worry. Dan hugged him tightly around his torso, hoping that Phil would feel at least a little better. It did work a small bit, Phil hugged Dan back, wanting to just stay like this forever. ‘What’s going on?’ The English teacher asked, walking in. It wasn’t in an angry tone, it was in a confused tone, she was a good teacher and students were wailing. People started sharing their angry and disgusted complaints with her, cutting out the swearing and want for murder and death. ‘Did you at least do well?’ Phil asked, still embracing the kind brown haired boy. ‘Yeah, probably.’ Dan mumbled into Phil’s shoulder. Phil was quite tired. People’s fascination with Phil’s kindness towards this sweet boy had died down a bit, the school just started assuming the pastel and the punk were surgically attached to each other. This morning when Dan was on his own in the hall, an asshole from the year below the tried giving him shit. He then proceeded to almost wet himself when Phil came out of the bathroom, fury in his eyes. It was agreed now that Dan owned the place, Phil cared about him enough for the school to be a little bit clever.