Chapter One

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"Why did you have to stop talking dan..?" 14 year old Dans Mom said, as Dan rushed to his room. "I'll t-talk when I-I want to.." he muttered to himself in his room..

4 years later

(Dans POV)
'Do I need to go to school' I wrote on my notepad "Yes" Mom said I groaned. "Sorry, But I heard there's going to be a new kid!" Mom exclaimed. 'Even Worse'
I wrote. "Whatever, get going" Mom said, patting my back. I left the house 'She doesn't know I cut, or that I suffer from major depression' I thought. I almost fell over from a hard slap on the back from Anna. "Sup Danny!" Anna said with a giant smile on her face. 'Please don't call me Danny' I wrote. "Sorry" Anna said, still with a smile on her face.

During Class

"Sorry I'm late, I got lost!" I heard a new voice say. "It's ok, would you like to introduce yourself Phillip?" Mrs. Dale asked. "Sure! Hi I'm Phillip Lester, you can just call me Phil!" He said, with a big smile. "I came here from Rawtenstall, UK" He said. "Ok, Phil, you can go sit..." Mrs. Dale paused as she looked around the room and pointed to me. "Next to Daniel!" She finished as Phil started walking to me with a light smile now. "Why do you wear so much black?" He asked, as he sat down. 'Look, I don't want to be your friend so don't try.' I wrote, and showed him. "Well I want to be your friend, I want you to be my first friend!" He said. 'I'll try, I suffer from depression by the way.' I wrote, and then showed him. "Not much a talker huh? First person i met who doesn't talk." Phil said. 'Is that supposed to be a bad thing?' I wrote. Phil shook his head. 'K' I wrote. "Why are you wearing a sweater?" Phil asked 'Stop asking questions.' I wrote, as I pulled up my sleeve. "Oh.." he said as I look at him his eyes were wetter than others eyes are normally, I could tell. Not to long after, I saw a stray tear roll down his face. I wiped it away. He blushed "Uh..." Phil stuttered 'Sorry. I just don't like watching people cry.' I wrote. "Doesn't it hurt?" Phil whispered. I shook my head and pulled my sleeve back down.

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