Hi, wifi was good but it's quite bad. bUT THE BEACH THO
D A N
Monday 4th September, 6:24am.

I slammed my hand against the top of my alarm clock, which happened to now be my bedside table. I awoke and silently screamed in pain, holding onto my hand in pain. I jumped out of bed and used my healthy hand to turn off my real alarm clock while my other hand healed. I sighed, the first day at school. The thing that every kid regrets, from them wishing away their breaks so they could go away to a different area on holiday. I can't do that, because I've never been to school. Some would call it homeschooling, but I call it training.

I grabbed the tinted hairspray can and the contacts, and ran towards the bathroom. Beau was also running towards the bathroom, holding a pair of scissors for his hair and a bottle of shaving cream. I was lucky that my bedroom was closer, so I was able to swiftly get into the bathroom and lock the door before Beau. I heard him sulking from outside.

"Dammit Dan!" He groaned, "I have training today at 9!"

"And I have school," I sassed back, smirking in the mirror, "what's more important?" I didn't hear another word from him, but I could hear groans and stomping going towards his bedroom, and my smirk grew even wider. It does feel good to be bad.

Unlike the rest of us, Beau is training to get an actual job, doing work experience and trying to get a scholarship for university. Of course he'd have to lie a lot, like about his name and his background, but there isn't a better liar than Beau. He once told a security guard that there was a bear on the loose in the forest behind them so him and his friend Conor could sneak into an All Time Low concert, and - to be honest - I was jealous. It was sad that Conor and his family (The Gallagher's) had to move to Ireland, I think it was because his dad - another villain - was exposed by Macho Lester. I used to team up with Conor's younger brother, Jack Gallagher, and we used to have a lot of fun fighting the Lester's. But after the move, me and Beau haven't had a real best friend, we were each other's friend to be honest.

I splashed my face with cold water and applied my Freederm facial wash to my face, which actually works to get rid of my horrible acne. I then washed it off with a flannel and started with my transformation from Dan Howell to Dan DeLovato. I got my last name from one of mum's favourite artists, Demi Lovato, and also as that was the first name that came to mind. I got the contacts on my index finger, using my other hand to open my eyes up wider, and placed the first one in, then vice versa. I looked in the mirror, and saw a boy with brown eyes and blonde hair instead of a super villain. I then grabbed the can of tinted hairspray and became spraying my hair, covering my forehead with my other hand. After massaging my head (which it said to do on the can), I looked in the mirror, and didn't even recognise myself. I actually looked good. [if I got any of the contact lenses stuff wrong, please correct me because I do not wear contacts/glasses]

I walked out the bathroom and looked in the eyes of my brother.

"Mum! There's a stranger in the house by the name of Dan Howell!" He joked, before I pushed past him and his chuckles, and entered my room. He's such a goon sometimes.

I got the suit and tie out of my wardrobe and began getting dressed, and it felt pretty weird to me. I'm so used to wearing awkward body suits that would cut of at the neck, skinny jeans and normal t-shirts, I've never known what it's like to wear things normal beings would wear. It felt quite tight, seeing as I never tried it on, but I'd get a proper suited uniform after the first day. I looked in my longer mirror, and I was proud with the results because I actually looked like a believable being.

I jumped down the stairs and saw my parents.

"Who are you?" My dad laughed, hugging me.

"You look amazing!" My mum smiled,

"I wish you luck, my brother, and don't mess it up." My brother saluted, handing me a piece of toast.

"I won't let you down," I smiled, saluting back as I chew a bite of the crunchy toast. "I mean, how hard can it be? I'm Dan Howell!"

"Nope, you're Dan DeLovato." My brother said as I grabbed a black backpack handing over the stair post. I grabbed my keys and my helmet, and opened the door.

"Touché." I said before slamming the door shut, waving to everyone out the kitchen window.

I opened the garage door, revealing the family car and my bike. The bike was rusting in some areas, the gears would squeak when I push on the pedals, and I would be surprised if it fell apart while I was riding it. It was black and have silver writing spelling out the word 'Rayleigh', the wheels would light up when they spun, and when I ring the bell, I can easily play Panic! At The Disco's I Write Sins Not Tragedies which I have practiced since the single came out. This bike has been with me since forever (well, when I came off of stabilisers) and it's been with me in some of the most important moments in my life.

I rode past many places in which I had seen before, and others I had not. For example, I never knew that there was a park near my house, one with working swings and a slide. We used to walk really far to get to the nearest park when I was younger, but now they decided to open a park near me. I sighed and carried on cycling until I pulled up at the school.

It was a pretty big school, with probably 5 different buildings within the site. There was a black gate surrounding the whole school, metal spikes on top of each and every pole. The gate was large, covering quite a few feet. It looked like it was carefully created and must have taken ages, due to the immaculate detail of each spiral. I could just stand there for ages, memorising all the little details, like the leaves, the small people, even the stupid graffiti which some kid carved into the poles using their compass.

Once the gates had opened, I walked towards the glass doors which led to the reception desk. At the desk, a man with a brown quiff sat, typing away at his Acer computer. He wore hipster-like glasses, rounded and brown, and a red tie over his suit. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Urrrrr hi, I'm Dan DeLovato and I'm enrolling today."

"What job are you applying for?" He asked, I want to laugh so hard, and then punch him in the face. I may be tall, but that shouldn't affect my age, right?

"No, I'm enrolling for classes. I'm 15, sir."

"Ok," he leant towards his microphone and held down the small button, "Attention all, please may PJ Liguori and Chris Kendall come to the reception office immediately, thanks!" He released the button and looked at me, "these two are very good as buddies for first-timers, very...outgoing."

Great. Two outgoing lunatics will be showing me around. How am I meant to get my job done when they'll distract me?

Two boys came skipping out of the door which led to the rest of the school. They both had brown hair, yet one was curly and the other was straight. They were both pretty tall, and had several badges on their blazers. 100% Attendance. Principal's Award. Spanish Superstar. Math Whiz. Future Filmmaker. Musician Of The Month.

"Hi!" The one with the curly hair shouted energetically, before being shushed by his friend. "I'm PJ Liguori!"

"And I'm Chris Kendall!" The one with the fringe said,

"And we're the Fantastic Twosome!" They presented, they might as well have had fireworks, backing dancers and golden suits, because the way they set out their introduction sounded like a high-budget stage show in the West End. "let's show you around."

They waved goodbye to the receptionist, whose name was apparently Mr Chapman, and walked straight into the hall, until-

"Wait!" Someone shouted from the reception, we all swiftly turned on our heels to see a boy with black hair and blue eyes running, grasping hold of a set of textbooks while trying to keep his glasses on his face. He looked fairly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was. "Wait for me!"

"We are, you spork." I sassed, the boy must have been late or something, but still, I need a little bit of evil to shine through my alter ego.

"Are you new as well? Or just late?" PJ asked, walking towards the boy.

"New. My name is Phil L-L-Smith, and I'm new here." He stuttered, some newbies are so typical. Why do they have to be so shy? First impressions, please.

"Cool! Hi Phil, this is Dan DeLovato, who is also new." Chris pointed at me and I grinned awkwardly, "Then I'm Chris and that's PJ, aka the Fantastic Twosome and your tour-guide, buddy-type people for today." PJ smiled and gestured for everyone to follow him. We finally walked into the hall, which had detailed, decorated ceilings like it was an art museum, and the walls were filled with teenagers work like walls of fame. They were filled in all the colours of the rainbow and taught the children all different sorts of life lessons - well, all the children except for me. Being a villain means that nothing actually matters except for ruling the world and things like that.

"Oh my! Where's my manners!" PJ gasped in the middle of the hall, and now we get back to 'things that don't apply to Dan Howell'. "Welcome to Coven Ground Secondary School."
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AHH ITS TOO HOT

Also did this in the car/on an aeroplane and I was afraid someone was gonna look and read what I was writing.

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Brb gotta go get a sense of humour
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