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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My alarm blared as I slammed my hand against it so it wouldn’t wake Father. 6:30 am. “Great,” slowly I peel away from my bare and lumpy minimalist and comfy bed as I get dressed. My closet has loads of things to wear. 1.Church clothes. 2.Bible study clothes. 3.Mom’s sweater and jean shorts. And 4.pajamas. Very fashionable things, and I choose my favorite (And the only one I won't get beat for wearing to school). I slip on the purple sweater and pull up my shorts, put on my socks, and- my cross. Father says it's the only jewelry a man should wear aside from his wedding band. Speaking of father, he is yelling downstairs for me to come downstairs. I will post soon -Silent_Poet
Travis walked downstairs as his father was standing at the bottom. Pissed.
“Travis, explain why on god's green Earth I got a call from your teacher saying you're not answering questions in class!?” Travis’ father screamed.
“I don’t raise my hand up high enough, sir…. I apologize, and this won’t happen again, Father….” Travis vowed, looking down in shame
“It better not. Now get your ass on that bus, or you won’t even be able to pray to god when I’m done with you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good”
Travis quickly grabbed his backpack and got on the bus, specifically avoiding looking at a certain boy with blue hair and pigtails. Travis sits down on the cold vinyl bus seats, wishing he could have eaten something today- it's not often Travis willingly wants to eat- but he’s gone far too long without eating for his stomach to stay silent. Of fucking course Sal goddamn Fisher heard and looked over with his beautiful, stupid blue eyes and teased,
“Damn, Travis- you have a tiger in there or something?” a clear giggle in his voice. Sal handed a banana to Travis, but Travis only looked away.
“Shut up, you lousy fag, I don’t want your kind's mental disease to infect me by taking anything you have to offer.” Travis scowled.
Suddenly, a tall, lean, greasy guy with long brown hair spoke up.
“What did you just call him Church Boy….?” Larry spat as a boy with pale skin and ginger curls only shook his head at the duo before talking to Sal about something. Travis wasn’t in the mood to get punched this early in the morning and only shook his head. Larry tried to yell at Travis,but he ran off the bus before Larry could speak.
Travis ran into the crappy building that he saw as his safe haven. Sure, the ceiling tiles were stained, and the lights were dodgy at best, but to him it was heaven on Earth. He walked to the library and nodded at the librarian before grabbing a book from his bag and sitting in the back. Most kids didn’t come into the library and the staff stopped coming in there after the printer stopped working a few weeks back (Travis believes it has to do with that stupid grease head's prints for his room or whatever he used them for) Either way the library was quiet and empty and, considering the librarian was hard or hearing and didn’t bother Travis, all his.
The bell rang, letting Travis know it's time for classes to start. He put his poetry book back into his bag and walked out of the library and into first period. Math yay…. Look, Travis wasn’t bad at math, per se- actually, he has a 96 in the class right now- it’s just Sally Face. He is the issue. Travis doesn’t know if it's God's way of testing him- or just messing with him, but all he knows is that Sal is in his class, and he despises it.