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Travis’s day was absolute Shit.
well it’s not like he had any good days, just ones that weren’t horrible,
but if he’s being honest-this was definitely up there on the scale of down right awful days
first off, Sally fucking face one of his crushes- tried to comfort him when he found him crying in the bathroom?! Who does he think he is!
I mean it’s not like he liked it or anything he did. A lot in fact. He just wished he would stop trying to play hero. He offered to let Travis hang out with him. He declined of course hardest no of his life.
second his dad came home and was pissed. Absolutely furious about his b+ in math.
”i give you two-TWO simple jobs to fallow, get perfect grades and be completely devoted to the church-AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT-YOUR AS USELESS AS YOUR MOTHER!”
”d-dad I can explain-I do get good grades it was just a slip up-“
he didn’t even get out the rest of his sentence before his father backhanded him across the face.
a shiver went down Travis’s back at the memory.
he limped up the stairs and to his room, something was definitely messed up with he left foot. Probably fractured, I mean it wouldn’t be the first time. Still. Hurt like a bitch though. Not to mention his face throbbed, he most likely had a black eye. gosh he can’t wait until he turned eighteen, then he could get out of this crappy town and never look back, maybe he could go to Oklahoma, it’s supposed to have a Beautiful country side.
he opened the door to his bedroom quietly, he didn’t want to wake his dad. Travis tiptoed over to his bed and slowly laid down, being cautious to his injuries. He let his head hit the old pillow. he hadn’t gotten new linens since his mother ‘died’, he wasn’t convinced she had died. Maybe she couldn’t take his fathers abuse anymore, he himself was reaching his limit.
he pulled his old, thin blanket up his body and tucked it under his chin. Winter was coming in hard, he honestly wasn’t sure if he would survive the winter. At least he had his warm clothes, apparently a child walking around in old, ripped clothes was bad for their parents reputation.
travis closed his eyes, letting the lure of sleep take him to its realm. The last thing he saw before his fell asleep, was a flash of blue and brown hair.
travis’s eyes shot open as his alarm clock rudely woke Him up. He turned to his side, and winced as a wave of pain shot through his entire body. His ankle was definitely sprained. He slowly opened his eyes as the pain became a soft throb, had he closed his eyes? Oh well, he looked over at his alarm clock, it read
7:16
Travis groaned as he sat up on his bed, and slapped the alarm clock to shut the alarm off. He carefully stood up as to not put too much sudden pressure on his left foot, he mostly leaned on his right foot.
careful to not wake his dad, Travis got dressed, brushed his teeth and hair, and was out the door in under 15 minutes. He was used to having to get out of the house quickly. Travis could already feel this day was gonna be an absolute shit day. It was raining hard-and he didn’t have an umbrella nor did he even have his bike anymore after someone stole it!
his dad was pissed, he didn’t like to think back on memories like that. Travis usually woke up at 7:45 to be to school by 8:15, but sense he didn’t have a bike he had to wake up an half hour early. Which definitely didn’t help his crippling insomnia.
he finally got the courage to walk out into the ran, and immediately got soaked. But, nonetheless he continued on his way to school. Travis mostly blanked out on the way to school, but suddenly he was in front of his crappy high school completely soaked and looking like a wet cat. Gosh he hated it here, the stupid teachers, the students that honestly couldn’t give two craps about him, and worst of all sally face and Johnson. Gosh he was going to hell for the thoughts he had about them, well they were probably tame because he didn’t really know about anything other then kissing. But like what could be more than kissing?
I mean it’s not like he really has kissed anyone, but it was probably great! Especially with Johnson..-wait no that’s wrong and sinful.
“hey uh, Travis you good man..?”
sally face!? Travis’s head snapped around, and there he saw it, Johnson and sally face in all their glory, oh and Campbell and the queer, tom, Ted? Doesn’t really matter. He couldn’t help but notice that Johnson and sally face were using the same umbrella. Also why did sally face look concerned!?
”yes. Why the hell would I not be, queer!”
he forced himself to spit back, but before anyone of them could say anything he stormed off. While, they couldn’t say anything but the look on their faces were enough of an answer. Johnson looked pissed, probably ready to punch him. I mean it wasn’t the first time he saw Johnson with that look, (mostly directed at him.) there were a bunch of times he had almost punched him.
one was when he had punched sally face, (gosh doing that had made his stomach churn) another was when he called champbell a bitch, (he didn’t particularly like her like he liked sally face and Johnson, but he still felt horrible.) another was-well I mean you get the point. Sally face looked..hurt? It was hard to tell with his mask. (He wondered what he looked like underneath, whatever it was he was probably beautiful- wait no-fuck why can’t he get him out of his head!)
Campbell looked angry as well, but something else too..? Something similar to sympathy, he was probably just seeing it wrong. Tim-no Tod? Yeah it’s Tod, he looked..hurt? (Gosh he hated having to say stuff like that.) I mean it’s not like he wants to be rude, and mean to people. But if he doesn’t, he risks people getting too close to him..he doesn’t want to think about what someone might think if they say how pathetic and sad he actually was. He went to his locker which was conveniently two lockers down from sally face and Johnson’s lockers. Curse the stupid universe, it was like they wanted him to be next to them he opened his locker, put his old backpack into it, and promptly speed walked to class before sally face or his friends could show up.
the bell rung just as he sat down, great math, I mean who’s idea was it to have math at 8 in the morning! I mean it’s not like he’ll pay attention, he’ll most likely get the notes from one of the kids in his grade at church. Everyone at church sucked up to him, well everyone except the church elders and his father. But everyone else were like desperate puppies, for some reason people thought if they were nice enough to the priests kid, or something. That they’d automatically earn a spot in heaven, it was stupid.
it had its perks though, he didn’t really have to pay attention in school, because he could get the notes from someone else at his church. If someone found him smoking under the bridge, that run over a creek by his house. They wouldn’t tell, he knew this because some of the kids at his church had caught him, and they didn’t say anything just walked the other way. Some days though, he wished people wouldn’t just walk the other way when he smoked. He wished they would sit by him and ask why. Why he was smoking, what made him want to forget and leave the world behind for a couple minutes. Why he always came to school with new bruises. Why he was like how he was. He wanted to be noticed. Sally face noticed him, he had tried to understand. Sure maybe Travis would never let him understand, but he wanted to. He so desperately wanted sally face to understand- no he wanted sal fisher to understand. Maybe he wanted Larry Johnson to understand too, but Johnson? understanding him? It would never happen. (Still that small part of him craved that they would understand.)
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the bell ringing.
okay, he could do this. Only two more classes until lunch, then he could go to the bathroom and wallow in self pity. Travis sighed as he got up, he immediately left the classroom going to his locker. Oh great. sally face and Johnson were at their locker. He debated just leaving, but really needed his history book.
travis begrudgingly walked over to his locker.
”oh, hey Travis.”
great, sally face was trying to talk to him. He just looked over and glared at him, oh shit, Johnson looked pissed. He tried to not pay attention opening his locker and digging through his backpack.
”me and Larry were gonna hang out at my place after school if you wanna come,”
…what? Okay he knew sally face said he could hang out with him-but he was actually invited him-? Not to mention Johnson was gonna be there?!
”..uh..yeah sure whatever..
He managed to mumble out as he grabbed his history book.
”alright sick! It’s Addison apartments, 402!”
He didn’t respond, he just closed his locker, and damn near sprinted away to his next class. Travis could barely hear Johnson saying something about “this not being a good idea.”
honestly he didn’t even pay attention for the rest of the day. And eventually the last bell rung, signaling that school was over, great now he had to go to sally faces place.
he was fucked.