I woke up with my dog, Kricket, laying beside me. I petted her, and she just looked at me like "wth bro you suck at this." It was true. I was bad at petting dogs. Anyways, I was thirteen at the time.

"Phil!" my uncle called. "Come down!"

I lived with my aunt, my uncle, and my dad. Lots of adults, eh? Well, I had a little brother. My aunt must've been very annoyed at being surrounded by guys.

"Philip!" he said. "Come down!"

I carried Kricket off the bed, she was old and it was hard for her to get down.

"Phil, please come down." my uncle said, coming into the room.

"Fine." I said, coming out of my room.

Okay! Time skip to when I arrived at school!

So, as I got out of the school bus with my best friend, Quinn. They were my best friend. Yes. They, as in they/them. And , yes, they were in 9th grade, just like me because for some reason I skipped a grade. Okay? Now, let's get farther into the story. I know it sounds weird, (me skipping a grade) but still.

So, as I got to my locker, I took out my book(s).