I've entered this into the Wattys so I'm kind of scared yet kind of excited （≧∇≦）
P H I L
Monday 4th September, 3:34pm.

Walking toward Mr Butler's classroom was like the walk of shame. Everyone was looking at you, assuming you got a detention, in which I have. I feel horrible, the first day and I have a detention, I'm like one of the bad kids in those school movies who ride motorcycles and hang out in allies, they're always getting detentions. I feel like them today, except that I ride a scooter and hang out in front of my Mac.

Even Dan laughed at me, he is a bit mean sometimes. In return, I just presented him with an angry glare. He's the whole reason I'm getting this detention anyway, because he was too weak to tell the truth say it was him. I still want to stay friends with him, but there's something weird about the way he acts. He's always being mean and always has a smirk plastered on his face, and it's kind of odd. But then, I've only known him for a day and it could just be his personality or his way of getting attention. I don't know, humans are very weird.

I peeked through the classroom window, seeing children packing up their items, suddenly bursting through the closed door. I was close to being squashed, but my quick wits moved me out of the way before they could. After the entrance was cleared, I slung my bag on one of the empty desks and sat down, getting out my pencil case. Mr Butler got up, grabbing some sheets of paper and an old copy of the Daily Star, and came towards my desk.

"I may be a sociology teacher to you, but to Key Stage 3, I'm an English teacher. Anyways, I have somewhere important to be tonight, so complete these questions on page 5 and then you can go." Mr Butler said, dropping the documents on my desk.  Maybe he did have a Kale Club or a Nightclub to tend to. I sighed, picking up the newspaper and turning the thin pages to page 5.

Howell vs Lester: who is better after the 9/6 incident?

Of course it's a freaking article about me, I swear that this is what everyone talks about these days, when Pokemon Solid and Liquid is coming out soon and the Kardashians have finally been exposed to be alien lifeforms! Of course it has to be involving me, but at least I'll know all the answers.

Q1: list 3 powers that the article describes which Blue Lester possesses.

I internally sigh, reading through the article to see where they describe my powers.

So we can all say that the night was truly a night for the Lester's. Especially Blue, who with his night vision, super speed and elemental abilities, saved the day and defeated his main opponent, Tyger.

Tyger was Dan Howell. That's only his name given by the media, it's not official. I've heard people talk about his name and his brother's - which is Cobra. Even my enemies have better names than I do, and it's not even proper! At least it has some sort of sense, seeing as I have ice powers and blue eyes.

I wrote down my answer, which was present in the article, and then moved on. By the time I got to the final question, I was annoyed at the media. They either used lies, rumours, or exaggeration to promote the two sides of the story, which made everything seem unrealistic. We aren't even properly real or normal in the first place, there's no need to make it more fantasy-like.

Q5: in your own opinion, explain who you'd prefer to win the battle: Howell vs Lester. Use the information in the text and your own information.

I don't know about anyone else, but the answers kind of obvious to me: Lester. I mean, why wouldn't I pick my own family? We are the best, if I do say so myself, but I can't ever betray my family. A villain's a villain, no matter how nice they are in real life. I scribbled down an answer and handed the sheet into Mr Butler. He looked at me, then smiled. But before I could even walk out the door-

"Phil, is it alright if I talk to you about what happened earlier in class?" No! No it's not! I need to go!

"Yeah, ok." I turned on the ball of my heel and walked towards the teacher. I said no! Why did you have to accept?

"Did Dan actually tell the truth?" He smiled, I felt sick. I hate telling lies, but I hate hurting people's feelings. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, and there's no way for me to survive. I had to say something though.

"N-No. He did not. He threw the aeroplane and I was doing my work. I can even prove it to you if I can find my-"

"You don't need to, I was just hoping that you wouldn't lie to me." Mr Butler smiled, opening a window on his computer. It was a little fuzzy, but you could luckily see each student clearly. He pressed play and the footage began to play of Dan ripping up the sheets of paper. "I thought you did it during class, but after watching this during lunch, I regretted giving you a slip quite a lot."

"But why did you still make me sit the detention if you knew?"

"To teach you a lesson, Phil, just incase you ever get a proper detention. We don't take no for an answer at this school, and if you show your bad side, there will be consequences and you'll wish you never had a bad side. Ok?" I nodded, he motioned towards the door. "Now, skidaddle." He smiled as I swung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the door.
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"Ugh." I sighed as I unlocked the front door, dragging my scooter and myself into the house.

"Hi, Phil." Maisie smiled as I walked into the living room, resting my scooter on the wall.

"Hey, Phil." Jessica joined,

"Hola, Phil." Lucy forced a smile, "now, adios." She wasn't really one for socialising.

"Don't be rude to your brother, Lucy." Dad walked in from the garden, Lucy huffed and carried on watching The Sidemen on her phone. "how was school today, Phil?"

"I got a detention accidentally."

"How do you accidentally get a detention?" Jessica asked, "it's like getting arrested for robbing a bank and saying 'oh, I thought I was watching RuPaul's Drag Race on Netflix, and I was getting mad that Jujubee left. Yeh, totally not robbing at gunpoint'" I could tell she was being sarcastic, so I just rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"So I'm not the only one who almost burned the TV when Jujubee left? Thank god." Maisie smiled, gullible as ever.

"No, honey." Dad patted her on the back, "you are." He looked away awkwardly and forced a smile. I giggled to myself and ran up the stairs to my room.

I went for a retro theme when decorating my room: Tetris lights on shelves; arcade machines lining one of the walls; blue painting the walls, dotted with different colours here and there to represent glitches and pixels; green and blue checked bed covers; and a multi-coloured rug to go with a small stereo that sat on my shelf, so I can feel like I'm playing on the dance machine at the arcades any day of the week. I really enjoyed decorating my room, and was happy with the results.

As I pulled out the homework from Mr Butler - which was to research a certain topic that we don't understand in sociology - I thought back to today's detention. The fact that all the media talks about these days is my family is horrible. The fact that I can't walk about Manchester without a disguise is sad. The fact that if the media knew where my house was, we'd be swarmed by paparazzi, is terrible. Apparently, all people care about is being nosey in celebrities' business - not saying I'm a celebrity. They don't think about the fact that people have feelings and want to have privacy, so they should take a break from invading their business every now and then. I prefer having photos taken while I'm in battle, not when I'm going out to buy a new shirt from TopMan. I feel like I can't escape the media, and it's trapping me in.

As I snapped out of my thought train, I decided to complete the homework later and walk Norris, my corgi. I clapped my hands and called his name, and he came running into my room. He was only 3 years old, but was quite a mature dog. No one in the media knew I had a dog, so - when the coast is clear, like now - I can take her for a small stroll. I let him sit on my lap for a bit, stroking his soft fur. He tried to lick my face, in which I began to laugh and avoid his slobbery tongue. He was extremely cute, and if I had any friends over, I knew I wouldn't get a word out of them unless it was about Norris. He had these beady eyes that were the most beautiful and reminded me of one of the Internet-famous dogs. They had a little sparkle of blue in them and the way he'd look around the room while on my lap was adorable.

It turned a bit darker, so I grabbed my 'space coat' (a common nickname for it by Maisie), Norris' lead and my earphones, connecting them to my iPod and pressing shuffle. I heard the familiar guitar riff and some low 'alright alright's before the drum beat came in and was immediately happy.

"Alright alright, it's a hell of a feeling though! It's a hell of a feeling though!" I repeated quietly to myself, smiling as I connected the lead to Norris' collar, his tail wagging rapidly in sync with his pink tongue. I've never seen an airhead more pink than his tongue, so that's saying something.

I exited the house as quietly as possible, avoiding any socialisation with any member of my family. When I was outside, I was glad that I didn't take off my temporary black hair dye, because it seemed like most of my year decided to congregate to the house opposite. It was probably some popular kid at my school, but when I got closer I could recognise the person's identity.

Hazel Hayes. Hazel the cheerleading, dancing, acting, scientific schoolgirl with everyone calling her 'Senpai' and 'Queen' due to the latest Internet crazes and craving every little bit of attention. She must be what the humans call 'goals'. I chuckled and tried to walk in another direction.

"Hey, new guy!" A girl called from across the road, I could tell it was Hazel. "wanna come to the party? We have a DJ and a poolside bar!"

Hell. To. The. No. [same tho]

I, for one, am not one for staying up all night drinking and dancing foolishly in front of classmates. Say what Hazel said to one of my sisters and they'll already be in the pool with their bikinis. It's just the thought of either having a hangover during maths class or exposing my powers to the school. I don't want to risk either.

"No thanks, maybe another time?" I declined, she took a sip from her plastic cup, trying to keep her balance at the same time.

"Don't be a baby, be a man for one night!" She chuckled,

"That night will come later, I'm sorry." I shout, walking away towards the local field with Norris. I glance over behind my shoulder, and see Hazel shrugging and walking back into her house, to be surrounded by boys and girls my age drinking fancy cocktails.

I start to think about the party. What would her parents think? Would they be mad? Did they plan this in advance? My parents would destroy me if I threw a party. One wrong move and all our secrets could be revealed to the school, and then the world. That's why I avoid parties, people reveal anything and everything after a bit of that liquid runs down their throat. If that happened to me, not even I'd know what to do with myself.

It's quite cold out, even with my coat on I still shiver. Norris looks completely fine, but with that amount of fur it must feel like Jamaica in there. I open the small, metal gate to the field, closing it behind us, and undo Norris' lead, letting him loose. He looks at me - or more specifically, my pocket - and I grab a soft tennis ball and throw it into the field, Norris running to find it. I feel a lot calmer outside as the wind blows through my dyed hair. I'm still debating whether to keep it or not, but people might not recognise me and might think that I've replaced the Blue with ginger hair. Though if I like this hair, then they'll have to get used to it, and the media will probably blow up with conspiracies and rumours, hiding the truth through lies.

That always happens though, and it always will. As long as my family are famous for what we do, there is no escape from the media for me.
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To be honest, Maisie isn't the only one who was angry when Jujubee didn't win Drag Race, me and my friend were rooting for her all the way #TeamJujubee

There's gonna be a mini time skip of around 3 days next chapter because if I wrote about every single day it'd become kind of boring :/ plus Tuesday's are normally pretty boring unless something fun is happening XD

Sorry Tuesday.

QOTD: what song are you listening to at this very moment right now?

Me: I'm listening to Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time (link above) and I think it's weird because I wrote this earlier today XD

brb gotta go get a sense of humour
- Georgia Da Bae Llamacorn :D

P.S: if you ever want to give me feedback or your opinion on the book, feel free to do so. Like am I updating too often? Should I tone it down a little, or do like these updates (they won't happen after I'm back at school sadly) Even if my puns are inadequate for you, then feel free to either point that out or outdo me on them dank puns （＾ω＾）