I apologize on how bad this is it's my first. well thats it.

Dan's POV

Tick, tick, tick, tick. Glancing at my watch I notice I have less than a minute until I'm late. I bounce up the stairs coughing and wheezing but no time to think about that. Got to get there. Got to reach the door.

Ten. I reach the top and continue my journey and through the necessary door. Sitting down in my seat the bell goes. Phew I made it. I stare out the window and a familiar voice huffs an appreciation of me not being late. The same voice starting to drone on about pointless subjects.

I start to dose off messing with the bracelet on my wrist and thinking about my 16th birthday. I hate birthdays, too much celebration to signify you existence being added to the horrible world. We live in a society where I don't have to deal with starvation or unclean water, yet the society that judges others for not being kind, and hypercritically for being kind. It's all a waste to me; everything is controlled as it always has been. The only good thing that has come out of this life is the waiting. The excitement of waiting for it to be my sixteenth. For the tattoo to appear. To see the name. God I can't wait. Just a few more days. Then I can finish my last exam and get out of here. I hate this school. I'm glad my parents let me chose where to go for college. Or I would have been stuck in hell. Again.

The bell goes signifying the next lesson and the time seems to blur. Days pass by and more waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. All this waiting is killing me. I wonder, if their birthday is before mine then why haven't they found me yet? Maybe they're younger. Well I guess I'll have to do more waiting.

Three. Two. One. "Happy birthday Dan!" My family chanting at me the usual same tune. "Make a wish." I think to myself different things that are all negative 'kill me' but this is supposed to be happy day. Think happy. "I know" I say as I blow out the candle on my birthday cupcake. In our world your name doesn't appear until the literal minute of the day you were born, which in my case is late tonight. 11:47 to be exact. That is when I will see them. Oh I do hope it's a pretty name to go with a pretty face.

Time passes and I'm sat in bed scrolling Tumblr on my laptop. I glance at the time and I start to feel sick and nervous. 11:45. Shit. Two minutes. Stay calm, stay calm. I place my laptop next to me and put a timer on for the last minute to have something to watch. 5, 4, 3, 2. "One." Say out loud. I start to feel a pain on my wrist. It stings and I sit there staring as the name writes itself out on my skin. The words that will be there until my death.

Phillip Michael Lester.

I sit there unsure on what to do. I get my senses back and search his name on any social media site I can, at once. I look everywhere but I can't find anything. I decide to go get a snack without waking my parents to hide my sadness.

I tiptoe downstairs and make it to the kitchen, I pick up a snack and turn around ready to go back up. Shit. Mom's there. "Err hi mom." I speak as I slowly move my left arm behind me. "What ya doing..." I say as I try to creep past her. No luck. She blocks the door. She turns to look me in my eyes and asks "Did you get your name?" I nod my head and try to get past again. Nope, she won't let me past. "So what is it? Have you looked her up?" Her, of course she thinks it's a girl. I reply simply with "No I haven't look the name up yet, I wanted to watch a movie and go to sleep. I have my whole life. You're not going to pressure me to do it now are you? I have exams." I say all this to cock block the fact that it's a guy. "No, no sweetie I was just excited. I'm glad you chose to focus on your exams. Okay, go have fun." She replies as she slides and lets me past while ruffling my hair as I pass.

When I get to my room I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

I am never going to tell them. I wouldn't have a family. Mom would probably accept me but dad? The complete homophobic fuck? No. he will never find out. I could never-

I'm interrupted by the sound of my computer pinging. The last thing I have open is Tumblr so that must be a notification. Ill check it later. Right now I just want to forget all about this. I grace my fingers over the name and whisper "I'm sorry Phil." I walk over to my laptop and see someone has followed me. Curiosity gets the better of me and I click on the account.

'Amazing Phil' OMG, no. It can't be. Can it? Only one way to find out.