Travis
It's calm monday morning when I am awoken by the repetitive beeping of my alarm. I can already hear my parents arguing downstairs, sighing softly, I roll out of bed.
I slip on an off-white hoodie, a purple shirt, and beige khakis. My shoes are downstairs, so I'll just take my socks with me.
My backpack, that I always pack the day before, is resting against my desk. I never use a locker, afraid that I forget some books, meaning I can't make my homework so then the teacher will be upset with me, and then who knows what happens.
I'm rambling again, I really need to work on that.
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Around 7.30 I arrive downstairs, my mother, Aby, greets me with a subtle 'hello', on the other hand, my father sternly states,
"Good morning, Travis."
"Good morning sir," I mumble, still half asleep. That was a mistake.
"Say what now?" He spits out, It's shook me out of my sleepy trance. I shoot upright.
"Good morning, Sir!" I blurt. Father glares at me, but I ignore it and simply sit down at the breakfast table. My mother sets down a plate of steaming pancakes in front of me, then a sandwich in front of my father. He despises anything sweet, did so ever since he was a child, guess it explains his bitter attitude.
I finish my plate and set it down in the sink, I then walk over to the shoe rack and slip on my worn-out green shoes, I've had them since middle school, they still fit, and I haven't had the courage to thow them out yet, also they're comfortable.
My father follows me out the door, the key ring spinning around his index finger, he walks over to the car, a dark grey honda. I go to sit in the back, and take out my phone to check my schedule. I wonder what I have first period.
"No phones in the car Travis,"
"Sorry, sir"
Nevermind.
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We drive to school, another day of being alone, not that I mind, I mean I do, but I'm used to it, my only interactions there are the teachers, and the occasional slur directed at sally face and his weird friends.
Sal.., my guts flip over when I see him, I must really hate him, I mean he is a freak, right..? A social reject, blue haired snow-something, I don't know, I don't really use social media.
My father signals we're here, I must have gotten lost in thought again.
"Bye, sir."
"Later son, love ya."
No you don't.
At the gates I'm greeted by Luke and Richard, a blond, and a brunet, both my age.
Did I say was lonely? I'm not, I've got these guys, I just kinda.. forgot about them.
Honestly though, they're not really my friends anyway, our parents are church friends, or something.
We seperated ways just before first period. That reminds me, I forgot to check my schedule.
I take out my phone and open my schools app. History. I mean, it could be worse.
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Wooo, chapter uno. Kinda boring so far, expect some more action by the third chapter or so.
-Micha
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