The Diary (Phan)

Chapter One

I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself, I just got randomly inspired to write and I just...

I should let you know that I have no problem with the French language, and when Dan speaks it there are intentional errors that I translated through google, so the translation might be wrong anyway. I also have no clue about the language, I only knew that it was the language Dan took in school.

Well, here it is, by the way, the whole thing is in Dan's perspective.

I walked into the classroom, the usual crowd of people surrounding my desk when I appeared.

"Dan!" Some girl, I think her name's Lindsay, called to me. "You didn't straighten your hair today." She followed me to my desk, trying to touch my hair. I backed away from her oncoming hand.

"Yes, but it still takes time to do it." I said sassily. I really got annoyed when all the girls came over trying to touch me, damn, what do they not understand about being gay. She eventually got the point and backed off to her seat, and soon the bell rang, signalizing the begining of class. I'm tired of French, but at least our teacher is... interesting to say the least.

"Bonjour classe comment était vos vacances?" He asked in French, automatically making my head hurt. I laid my head on desk, trying to stop myself from listening to the horrible language. "Daniel?"

"Hm, what, right," I pushed my hair back. I tried to think of ways to respond to the question. "Bon, je mange de la nourriture"

Doctor Brown grimmaced, rubbing his temples at the horrible pronunciation and grammar of the sentence I used. I laid my head back on the table, hoping he wouldn't make me say anything else. I didn't notice myself singing the Pokemon theme song when he walked over to me.

"The cupboard." He pointed to the dusty, wooden cupboard in the back of the room that was almost filled with papers. "Don't come out until you've finished translating the song."

I made my way back, crawling into the small enclosement. I had paper and grabbed a confiscated journal like book. I sat on a pile of books and began to roughly translate the song. The bell had just rang to dismiss the class when I finished. I stepped out of the closet and turned the paper in. He nodded his approval before handing it back to me.

"You'll be singing this in front of the class tomorrow." He said smiling as I walked away. I sighed, even though I can sing and the people wouldn't care if I could or not, I didn't want to sing in front of my class mates in general, especially in my horribly spoken French.

It was then that I remembered having the journal still held in my hands. I glanced at the cover of it.

Anonymous.

That was strange of who ever wrote it. Why wouldn't they claim the journal? What could possibly be in it?

Don't do it Dan, that's someone's secrets you're holding,the better part of my brain said, trying to tell me to take it back.

No, do it Dan, it's fate now, it's written in your destiny to know who wrote this journal. As I was feeling a bit on the wild side, I decided that I did want to read it.

 As I opened the cover of it I walked through the corridor on my way to the library where I spent a lot of time. I sat in my usual seat in the farthest corner, flipping through the whole journal to see that it was about half full, more or less.

I finally decided that it was time to read it, I flipped to the first page, the penmanship told me it was definitely from a guy.

I began reading.