So it turns out our little Daniel- er. Dan, is quite the badass. So naturally Dan was sent to the same school as me. The school board, yet again, as usual, decided he should be in all my classes. Every kid that stayed with us was always in all my classes with me. Made to sit next to me so I forced to face them everyday even at school. Because you know. Stick the 'misunderstood kid' with the 'perfect little kid'. I swear, sometimes I hated having to pretend to be so perfect all the time.

So here we are. Sitting in class. This class was actually decent. Well, I enjoyed it.

Dan didn't seem to

Psychology class.

My favourite class.

Just due to the fact psychology is probably the most interesting subject this school has to offer. It had always intrigued me. It was just so interesting finding out why certain people acted in certain ways. I had tried using the different theories and approaches to try work out Why Dan was like this. But I really couldn't figure it out. I mean, not one theorist or approach explains why someone acts like an anti social asshole.

If I really wanted to actually try analyse why he acts this way id probably have to guess it's something to do with a childhood experience. Of course it is. If he didn't have a bad childhood why would he be living with us right now? Okay, that's enough of trying to be smart today I think.

"Dan? Do you know why he's acting that way?"

I snapped out of my thoughts at my teachers voice. We were discussing a case study about a boy in foster care who acts out for attention.

How ironic.

Dan was sitting beside me, just looking at our desk. He didn't look up even when she called his name again.

"Dan. If you don't know the answer, at least say that"

My gaze flickered between our teacher and Dan. He clenched his fist, biting his lip while he kept his eyes glued to the desk still

"I don't know. There you go" he mumbled, finally looking up and giving her a sharp glare.

She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at him as their eyes met. For the first time that year the whole class was completely silent. I think everyone sensed how the atmosphere had shifted.

"Thank you, Dan. With less attitude next time please"

"Fuck you" he growled, his eyes finding their way back to the desk again.

"What was that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I said fuck you. You fat, ugly cow!" he snapped, standing up with such force that his chair clattered to the floor.

"Daniel! You sit down right now!"

He picked up his bag and swung it over his shoulder. He was obviously seriously beyond pissed off now. "Don't you fucking dare call me Daniel, bitch!" he screamed before storming out of the classroom.

I just sat there. Actually stunned into silence. Now, we'd had some troubled kids but no one had ever reacted like this. This was new.

New and absolutely terrifying

"Well then…let's get back to work class" she muttered, turning back towards the board to write more mind numbing words. A small part of me told me go after Dan. See if he was okay.

Wait, why would I want to do that?

I don't even like him. He obviously doesn't like me so why did I suddenly feel like this. I just felt as though I should try find him and attempt to comfort him. I guess I'm just too nice, right? Too kind natured to not care about people who are obviously in distress.

I'll go see if he's okay at lunch. That's only one more lesson away.

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I couldn't find him at lunch. He wasn't in period five or six either. I hadn't worried to much though. I just guessed he was at home.

Sulking as usual.

"Hey mum" I greeted as I entered the kitchen. She turned to me with a small smile on her face. It soon disappeared though.

"Where's Dan?" she asked, her tone immediately turning to worry.

"…Isn't he here?"

"No. why would he be here? Did you do something to him?"

"No…he stormed of during class. I just assumed he came back here"

Her expression turned from worry to anger almost instantly

"Phil you idiot!"

I just blinked, my brain not being able to process the words she had just spoken.

"Wait…what?"

"You were supposed to look after him. God, can't you do anything right" she whined, quickly rushing towards the phone and punching in a combination of numbers I pretty much knew of by heart

Isabelle's number. The social workers number.

This meant serious trouble.

"Hi. Yeah, it's Dan. He's run off. Do you think….yeah I think, but….okay"

I adverted my eyes to the floor as mum placed the phone down with an agitated sigh. By the sounds of that conversation Dan had run of somewhere. This was definitely new.

"…Mum…I"

"Save it, Phil. I have to sort this mess you've made"

I felt a rush of anger run through my veins she said those words. How was this my fault?

"How is this my fault!? I'm not his personal babysitter!"

"Be quiet! I need to sort this mess out."

"It's not my fault he's some messed up kid!"

She glared at me, pointing towards the stairs.

"Go to your room before you mess anything else up!" she spat at me

I desperately tried to think of a come back, but. I just couldn't. I nodded, slowly making my way out of the room and up the stairs. So I messed up again. Surprise, surprise. I always seem too.

What was I even supposed to do?

Just sit around in my room and hope mum doesn't stay mad at me for too long?

I quietly shut my bedroom door and flopped down onto my bed, burying my head into my pillow.

Time to deal with this the usual way

Cry myself to sleep and hope everything's better tomorrow.