Travis' pov:
"What class do you have?" I say; trying to hold back more happy tears. "Oh, I have German," The pretty boy replies. "We sit together in that class!"
"Yep, we should hurry though it's up, up and left"
I drag Sal by the hand and run to our class. "Slow down, I can't run up two flights of stairs." He mumbled under his loss of breath. "Ok, ok, we're at the top though" I laughed. Sal chuckled about to pass out. "Hey, can you turn around for a second?" Sal asked me, undoing his mask. I did so and after he got his breath we quickly scurried to class. "Sal...Wait before you come in, Your friends are in this class, we can't let them see us together" he nodded and I walked in sitting down and taking my books out. A few seconds later Sal comes in and sits down. I whisper to him
"I don't want to go to this class...my dad chose it for me. I've always wanted to do Drama or Music"
Sal's pov:
I looked at him, a dead eye stare. "Show me your timetable." I was so pissed at his father at that moment. Today was Tuesday.
08:30 - Form (Check In)
08:48 - R.M.E (Religious and Moral Education)
09:40 - R.M.E (Religious and Moral Education)
10:32 - Break
10:47 - Science
11:39 - Mathematics
12:31 - Lunch
13:21 - German
14:13 - Social Subjects
15:05 - Home
Oh my god, I hate this, if it were him the religion would be gone, German would be art and...no one else had to go through this. "Hey..you know you can change your classes since your dad would be unable to call the police if you all live in the cult circle" he smiled. "If this works out, I will, thank you for telling me" He smiled as the teacher started off the register. "Hey Travis, Todd helped me make some 'phones' we can all communicate without these being suspended, since no teacher would realize" I smiled and he took it. "How does it work?" he asked. "Here!" I yelled to the teacher. "Take the weird pokey-stick out the side and you can write or type on the electric keyboard" he smiled at me as we looked into eachothers eyes. His eyes still we're kind of watery since it was a few minutes since he cried, but...they were really beautiful, even when they were pouring lakes. "Travis Phelps! Are you here?" He immediately snapped to reality. "Yes! Sorry Sir" he blushed slightly and replied to the teacher not knowing how many times the teacher called his name. Larry looked over and scrunched his face at him.
*class goes by and bell rings*
