Hello Internet ? Phan

The next day, I woke up and rolled out of bed. School.. Not a horrible thing anymore.

I got dressed- my new black shirt with a white circle on it and a pair of skinny jeans. I put in a pair of black studs before fixing my hair and leaving.

I got to school shortly before the first bell. When I went to my locker, I saw a note taped to its door.

"Hey Faggot Howell. Did you miss me?
You thought you could run off the Rawtenstall and get away from the fact that you're the gayest twat in the world.
Look, a friend of mine saw a video of your homo boyfriend talking about you.
You really think he likes you? Compared to you, he has a fucking job. He's not a worthless, sack of homosexual like you. You're a fucking child. Don't ruin him, or we'll come find you, and beat the living hell out of you.

Bye fucker."

I read, feeling lightheaded. Phil did have a girlfriend... He has a job. He works through YouTube.

I'm only fifteen. What does a nineteen year old want with a little fag like me?

I went to class and tried to ignore the note. How could one of them get a note on my locker.. Unless.. No. This ca-

My thought was interrupted as Mrs Thompson introduced the newest student.

"Class, please welcome James."
Fucking hell.... Of all of the people, it had to be their leader.

"Hi, I'm James. I'm from Berkshire." He glared at me while he spoke. "There's really nothing more about me."

He walked past me, to his desk. I wanted to trip him.. But I didn't. Phil wouldn't like that.

He scoffed at me before sitting down.

Mrs Thompson gave a pretest on the information we'd be learning for the semester.

Fuck.. Pencil broke.
I really did not want to get up, but I did. I didn't have any spare pencils, so I needed to sharpen mine.

The sharpener is on the opposite side of the classroom, from me. I got up, walking to it, when I fell.

He tripped me. Mrs Thompson obviously didn't see it, since she scowled as I got up.

"Quit goofing off, Dan."

Goofing off? Being bullied is goofing off? Fucking hell..

I sharpened my pencil and went back to my seat. James was laughing, but I ignored his glares and finished my pretest.

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After school dismissed, I got my things from my locker and headed towards the door, when I fell to the floor.

My head hit the hard, cold floor as I groaned in pain.

"Please... Don't hurt me.." I managed to say as I was kicked in the stomach, multiple times. I felt a hand on my head, pulling me up by my hair.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do." He threw my head back down. "Faggot Howell." He kicked me in the crotch before walking out of the doors.

By this point, no one was around. I managed to get my phone out of my bag, and dial a number, but there wasn't any service in the school.

I'm fucked. I live about five miles away, I can't drag myself home.

I pulled myself up, using the door as leverage. I exited the building, barely able to walk without feeling terribly dizzy.

I made it halfway home when my leg gave out and I hit the pavement.

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"Dan? Dan? Dan, please wake up... Dan please.."