The Key to My Inner Self (Travis x Sal)

Mondays, am i right? (pt.1)

Travis p.o.v.

Crash!  What in hell was that!? The sound woke me up. I look over to my alarm clock. 6:30?! CRAP
My alarm didn't go off! Now I have 30 minutes until I have to get to school. I rush out of my bed and go to my dresser to see what I got to wear. I chose my most often worn outfit, my purple sweater and my blue Jean shorts. I think they're called Jorts? Idk it doesn't matter. I put my green converse on and headed to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and stare at my face. Dam I'm ugly. The bruise on my face hasn't gotten any better. Father won't allow it to heal. I lifted  my shirt up to see the bruises Father left for me. My chest was a mix of ugly blues and purples. Anyways, I left the bathroom into the hallway. Trying not to make a sound. I was already late as it is, I don't want to anger father more than he already is.

I slowly go down the staircase, hearing my mother and father yell at each other about something.
" TRAVIS?? IS THAT YOU? " my father (Kenneth Phelps) roared my name.
" Y-Yes Sir." crap. I stuttered again. I can't do anything right.
" WHY AREN'T YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE YET BOY? " he yells again.
" I'm sorry sir my apologies. My alarm clock didn't go off-"
I didn't even noticed he'd hit me until I was on the floor. Blood dripping from my face.
" YOU DISGRACE. YOU CANT EVEN GET OUT THE DOOR FOR SCHOOL? pathetic..."
He walks off grumbling something else I wasn't able to hear.

My mother( Mary Phelps )comes to wipe the blood off my face. Mother can't really do anything when my father is angry.
She's learned not to interfere with my Fathers discipline.
" are you okay dear? " my mother quietly asked.
" yea I'm fine mother, thanks " I show a soft smile trying to reassure her gentle soul.
" I'm very sorry hunny, but it's time for you to go now"
I could hear my father loud footsteps in the hall. That was my queue to leave.
I wave and sprinted out the door. I felt bad for leaving mother with that monster who calls himself a good husband and father. I couldn't bear to see what was going to happen to Mother. 

My house wasn't that far from school so I decided to just walk. I still had like 10-15 minutes until school started. Ugh. The word 'school' makes my head hurt. I really don't know how people even like school. It boring as hell and- DAMMIT I just remembered it was Monday. We had a test in Math that I forgot to study for. And I had to see that fag Sal and his homo friends.

I hate sally. I don't really know why or what he did to make me hate him, but I do. I hate his beautiful blue hair and his sapphire eyes. And his mask makes him even cuter-
Wtf.
Travis. That's gay. Your sinning right now Travis. What would father think?
Right.

I turned the corner and saw my school. Nock fell High.
I got into my first class, Reading. I actually enjoy reading, I think it's relaxing. I like to read things in the school library, because all the books I have at home are bibles and other Christian books. Boring.

Skip to Math ( about 11:45 am)
*Insert bell here*
Ugh, now I have to see that ugly freak Sally Face. I sit down as the bell rings and class starts. Mrs. Packerton hands out the packet and I start flipping threw papers. 30 questions?!  I'm gonna be here for a long time.
I suddenly hear Mrs.Packerton yell " SAL FISHER? ARE YOU SLEEPING AGAIN?" I bolted my head around to see what the freak was doing. How the fuck is he sleeping during this crappy test?

" Huh? " sal sounded stupid when he said that
" Are you sleeping in my class again Mr. Fisher? "
" oh sorry, must have dozed off- I finished my test though "
What the hell
" I know, and you aced it! But please, try to stay awake? "
" okay "
How the hell did he finish this hard ass test? He's so smart. I smile at the thought.
" MR. PHELPS! EYES ON YOUR ON PAPER "
I groan. Wait what? I was staring at Sal? ew

* insert bell for lunch *

Yes finally I can get out this boring class.
"Mr. Phelps? Can you stay a minute? " Mrs. Packerton said.
Ughhhh what could she possibly want now?
" Mr. Phelps, I've noticed your grades are starting to slip."
No shit Sherlock
" oh are they?" I'm playing dumb if you couldn't tell
" Yes, they are. I want to recommend some tutoring. You know Sal Fisher, right?"
Those words made my eyes widen.
" U-uh yes I know him, why though? "
" Well, since he has such a high grade in this class, I want you to ask him to tutor you. "
" WHY? " I may have said that a bit to loud.
" You and me both know why. " she was right though.
" If you'd like, I could ask him to tutor you for you?"
" uh yes please "
" Okay, that's all I wanted Mr. Phelps. Your excused."
I quickly turned around and headed for the lunch room.
Today wasn't bologna day so I didn't eat. I sat down at the table I've been sitting at the whole school year. Alone. I sighed and took out my notebook and started to sketch out random things. They were mostly eyes of different shapes and sizes. I was shocked when I drew a man with his head down and his hands in a praying position. I think he was crying too. It kinda looked like me to be honest.
I guess Sal and his friends had been looking at me the whole time because Larry Johnson yelled at me and said " HEY TRAVIS! HEADS UP!" I looked and felt something almost as hard as my Fathers fist hit my face. I think it was an apple or some shit. It just had to hit my bruised eye too. I put my hand up to my eye and noticed it had started to bleed. I quickly ran to the bathroom with all my stuff.

authors note!!
hey guys thanks for making it to the end of this weird chapter! The updating schedule will be kind of weird-
I have school and stuff so I will upload when I can!! I think I forgot to mention that other chapters including this have like- slurs and stuff.
Sorry!!
Thanks for reading again!
   -author