*Phil's POV*
I never minded Mondays, they were the start to a new week, they basically deciphered whether the upcoming few days would be good or bad. Tuesdays are what I really hate, especially after a bad Monday. They make the week seem 10x longer and always seem to be the hardest day to get out of bed for. This could be the reasoning behind my more than usual grey scale mood today, but I could never be so sure. Having to stay awake throughout the day made me want to cry and the thought of going to my classes was so awful I could scream, so I made sure to stay behind the shed for a little longer and take slower drags from my cigarette.
Eventually, I finished my cigarette and decided I'd actually have to go to class. I walked into math, already about 10 minutes late and immediately noticed that the usually empty seat next to mine was taken by a boy I'd never seen before. He looked shy, and more than a little uncomfortable under the stare of the many lustful girls in the class.
"For fucks sake, leave him alone yeah? He's clearly not interested"
His gaze quickly snapped up to mine, seemingly half surprised, half grateful for my sudden outburst. The girls all gave me a cold look before turning away, used to my blunt commentary.
I sat down in my usual seat and the boy gave me a shy glance before stuttering out a thank you. I nodded, intending on ending the conversation there, no need to keep it going anyway, I was a junior in highschool, I've made it this long without friends, why start now? But he seemed to have other plans. "I'm Dan, by the way" he was carefully studying my face, looking nervous. "I'm Phil"
"Lester, Howell, keep it quiet back there!" My math teacher thankfully giving me an excuse to no longer carry the conversation with Dan.
The bell rang shortly after, and I made my way through the halls to my next class quickly. The day carried on uneventfully, I found out Dan was in 3 of my other classes too, and finally it was the end of the day.
I always take the long way home, walking around with my music and a cigarette was always calming. It gave me some alone time, and since the path I took cut through the woods, gave me a great change in scenery compared to my everyday monotone life.
Of course, the long way isn't infinite, and I'd have to reach home eventually, but I like to pretend that maybe I won't get there and the woods will become endless, but sure enough, I was walking through the front doors anyway.
Like any other day, I was greeted home by my parents screaming at each other. My day was great, thanks for asking, mom. I rolled my eyes and made my way upstairs to my room, trying my best to ignore the shouting.
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