Project Church Boy (Salvis)

Chapter 3

The next morning Travis woke up to his alarm clock.

"Great another shitty day," he said to himself getting out of bed. He prayed for a short bit and finally got dressed wearing some jeans, and a large blue sweater with his cross necklace he never took off unless it was to sleep or shower. He put on his shoes and socks and put his homework in his bag. Travis then began walking downstairs. His dad was downstairs so that meant he wasn't going to be able to sneak any food before school.

"Good morning Travis," his father said. He was sitting at the dining room table figuring out the lessons for church the upcoming Sunday. "I need you to go put up these flyers on your way to school as usual," he said pointing towards the flyers he had cut out yesterday. Travis nodded and grabbed the papers not wanting to put them around but knowing he had to.

"Understood father," he said and went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and hair before leaving and beginning to walk to school. He lived a mile from the school which was a bit of a walk but he would rather walk than be stuck in a car with his dad for any period of time. He got to school and walked inside not wanting to deal with anyone. He didn't exactly enjoy bullying people but it made him not seem weak so he felt like he had to. Travis opened up his locker that had crosses, a bible, and his school stuff in it and noticed there was a cookie in it.

"The fuck?" Travis said trying to think of where there was a cookie in his locker. "Is this kind of prank?" it was in a bag and said good morning on it but he was still confused as hell. He had no friends at school so who could it even be. One of the teachers? No, they hated him. He was thinking about whether or not to eat it but he finally decided he would since he was so hungry since he barely ate. He snuck it into his backpack and put the rest of his school stuff in there also before walking to class.

The school hallways were crowded as usual. He noticed sal and his friends deciding not to say anything. He had not gotten any bruises at home and didn't plan to get any at school. He went into class and just sat there not paying attention since he didn't seem any use in it. No matter what grade he would get beat even if he got a 100% he would be yelled at and hit for not getting higher.

After class Travis went back to his locker and remembered the cookie in his bag he needed a good place to eat it so he decided to go sit on a bench in the corner of the hallway. He went and sat down and began eating it. It wasn't much but he wanted to thank whoever did it. Well unless it was one of those homosexual freaks. They needed to be cured just like he was. They needed to be fixed. After he was done eating the cookie he got up and wiped off his face he didn't like being seen eating anything sweet. It sounded weird but he was afraid it made him seem weak.

He got up from the bench and began walking to class. He had class with Sal this period.

"Great.." he said sarcastically to himself he didn't want to see Sal but not for the reason he was telling himself. Whenever he was in this class he just stared at him. He felt a sense of envy towards him and his friends. He wished he could have that many friends he wished he could feel loved. What was he thinking he could never have that not with his father being the way he is, And especially with the way he treated them. He knew they would never forgive him no matter what he did so he just decided changing his ways would be useless even if he wanted to. It's not like he wanted to be friends with the freaks he just wanted friends. But needing friends would make him weak and he isn't weak he can't be weak. He just can't

He sat down in his seat and put his head on the table. He should have just skipped; he didn't want to deal with this today. The teacher began talking as Travis just kept laying there with his head on the table. He didn't want to look at Sal it just felt wrong. The teacher didn't even mention it since she was happy he came to class. After the bell rang it was time for lunch Travis was super hungry but at the same time didn't want to eat. He liked lunch, especially the bologna which a lot of people seemed to hate for some reason.

He went and walked into the lunchroom as he got a tray and got his food sitting down alone as usual. He kind of poked at his food a little not wanting to eat any. Then sal walked over.

"What do you want freak," Travis said not wanting to have to deal with anyone today

"Woah, I was just walking by no need to get your panties in a bunch," Sal said jokingly.

"Shut up and go away homo," Travis said as he went back to poking at his food.

"Bye then," Sal said walking away thinking that it could have gone way worse than it did. Travis felt kind of sad when sal left but he didn't know why. Maybe it's just because he was lonely. Or he just wanted to bully him. Soon lunch was over but it felt like forever to Travis since he just stared at the wall the whole time.

He then went to the rest of his classes not paying attention. he didn't care about school at all. The only reason he didn't completely hate it was because it got him away from his dad. As he was walking out of school sal waved at him and he couldn't see it because of his mask but it felt like he was smiling.

"What the fuck..." Travis mumbled to himself confused about why he waved to him. But he didn't just want to stand there and think about it he forgot to put up the flyers on his way to school so he began doing it on the way back taping them to poles and trees. He felt the need to spread the word of god not because he wanted to but because he felt he had to or else he'd be beaten again. Travis then kept walking home.

-AUTHORS NOTE-
The next chapter will be more Sal centered. I just wanted to get more development on Travis.