Dan stepped in the door. The rush of warmth burned his white cheeks and red nose. He kept his head down as he walked down the hallway, heading towards his locker. He spun the lock and pulled the knob.
Nothing.
He spun it again, and pulled the knob.
Damnit.
He examined around the door. A thick piece of paper was wedged tight inbetween the wall and the latches. He pulled it out , revealing layers of glue. He groaned, as he flipped the paper over.
Dan looked in horror as he read the paper.
'faggot. emo. bitch. whore. worthless"
The scrawled handwriting made it ten times worse to read.
He threw the paper down and opened the locker with a good tug.
What was inside was even worse.
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Author's note;
Thanks so much for reading! I hope you don't mind the cliffhanger.
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Dying On My Own
FanfictionDan Howell, a 15 year old British boy lived unhappily in a broken home. mommy was dead, daddy was drunk, little brother was a slut. it doesn't do him a lot of good when he goes to a normal high school. and he's gay. Dan had absolutely no one he can...
