Standing On A Chair

Before you start reading this fic there are just a few things you should know;

This is set in the UK, meaning all slang, areas; school related things will be British. Year groups in secondary school (High school) are from Year 7 – 12(As you have to stay at school until 17 now) with two extra years if you choose to stay for 6th form. If you are confused with any of the words or things in this story just let me know and I'll add an explanation at the end of each chapter or something.

This story will be gay, not sure who with or when or where but it has a high chance that if it will be it'd be with Allen (As he's the main character and all). Rated M as i have no idea what too expect, and I'm the one writing it.

Nothing much else to say aside from enjoy the first chapter, more will be happening from now onwards with hope!

Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.

25th July

If life had a soundtrack, you'd never be bored—possibly irritated from the repetition and the constant clichés—but never bored.

It was this that Allen kept in his mind as hundreds of students filed into the sports hall for their yearly whole school assembly. As he was only in Year 10, now technically 11, he had the privilege of sitting on the rows of chairs while the elder years stood at the back behind the last rows. He sat silently, thinking about a few themes he knew in his head to match with the current situation to keep him occupied as the teachers tried to keep the rest of the students in an orderly fashion.

Allen looked up as Mr Lvellie – the Head teacher – took his place on the small makeshift stage at the front of the hall. Allen tuned out, like most students did, as soon as Mr Lvellie started talking about some story he had once heard about a man and a carrot. Needless to say it was one of the most borings assembly's Allen had the discomfort of attending, coming second against last year's Assembly about a piece of string and a lady bird. Allen pondered the thought of getting Mr. Lvellie a children's bedtime story book for Christmas.

He sighed, sitting back upright in his chair as the sloppy clapping began, indicating that the speech had almost finished – nobody ever clapped at the right time.

"And so I say," Lvellie concluded, "Enjoy yourselves, be safe, and don't come back please."

There were a few murmurs of laughter as he left the stage, everybody knew that Lvellie was a dragon and 'be safe' was code for 'die in traffic'. The teachers hushed the students as they stretched and took this opportunity to turn around in all directions to talk to their friends.

It's not like they can't wait 5 minutes. Allen thought impatiently, wanting to leave and stretch his legs soon.

Finally the row of chairs Allen was sat in got to finally vacate the hall and Allen was glad for it. He followed the row out the back exit that lead out to the Music rooms. He frowned for a moment, tugging at his school tie and adjusted his gloves – which he had luckily, in his school life, never been asked to removed or inquired about – before continuing walking with the flow of the crowd back through into the school building. He quickly made his way through the halls into one of the cooking rooms, his favourite place and form room for registration.

He walked up to the white board to mark his name off and quickly walked over to grab his bag from his seat. One more lesson and he would be free, well for a few weeks at least.

He brushed a gloved hand though his white hair as he set off for last lesson; PE, possibly the reason he hated Fridays.

As usual Allen had a note that allowed him to wear a track-suit rather than the standard school kit of shorts and a polo shirt with the badge on. He, along with his two sort-of friends Kie and Maosa, who were also in track suits, stood at the side of the sports hall and waited for their teacher to come and tell them their activity for the lesson.

Allen hoped it wasn't running or circuits, he really hated those. Luckily Mr. Socalo – despite his scary appearance and tendency to yell at you over practically nothing – was in a good mood today and allowed them to mix groups and play Dodge ball in the gym.

Kie was the first one in their team to have gotten hit below the waist and moved to the side, not without the taunts of his friends first.

"You're supposed to dodge the ball Kie," Maosa laughed as he dodged a ball coming his way.

"Allen, hit him for me?" Kie grumbled.

Allen, feeling rather bored with their current game, picked up the nearest ball to him and threw it at Maosa's legs who was obviously surprised by the assault.

"No fair!" Maosa whined as he went to stand next to Kie.

"I thought you were supposed to be dodging the ball Maosa." Allen mimicked cheekily.

The rest of the game followed on in a similar suit, their team obviously lost from not playing seriously. They were dismissed to get changed at the end of the lesson and then they were free to go.

"So what you going to do with your summer?" Kie asked idly as they walked round the side of the school from the sports department.

"Sleep, eat and then sleep some more." Maosa answered easily.

"Figures." Kie snorted, "Allen?"

"Uhm, I haven't the faintest idea. Nothing of interest." Allen concluded, he would probably spend most of his time doing nothing. Kie and Maosa were sort of his friends but not the type who would phone him or speak to him outside of school; fake school friendships. In fact most friendships at school were fake; if you weren't forced into a situation to make friends you probably wouldn't be friends with the people you are now given the choice.

They bid their goodbyes as they walked out the school gates, it was mayhem; students tearing apart their link books and throwing old work about. As Allen walked down the familiar streets he noticed burnt school books in the road and various school equipment scattered along the pathways. It was the same every year; he was surprised they weren't bored of the same routine already.

It was about a 30 minute walk from the school to Allen's house, well, flat more like. He lived in a block of Maisonette flats that most were owned by the council, they were quiet and mostly had residential old people.

He took this time to ponder over what to do with his summer; nothing came to mind so he decided to dwell on school life, friends, home.

Boring. Everything in Allen's life was boring.

And it probably wasn't going to change.

Allen fiddled with his keys as he reached the block, quickly gaining entrance to the building and jogging up the flight of stairs to the flat. Once he opened the door he was greeted with the stench of cigarettes, Allen sighed and raked a hand though his unruly white hair to push it back from his eyes. Cross was home early.

"I'm home." Allen called out as he closed the door behind him.

Nothing good happened, nothing bad either. It stayed the same and nothing that day interested him more than normal. He guessed that this was the total of his teenage life.