Cigarette And Lavender(Halfway Edited)|| Salvis || Sally Face ||

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Travis Phelps always thought love wasn't real, it's all fake. Love to him, was just two people using each other for their benefits.

"I love you" were the three words he had never spoken.

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As I slowly regained my consciousness, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back as I sat up, I took a moment to wonder how I got on the floor. My shirt was crusted with a thick layer of blood and I only had one sock on.

What a great way to start my day.

I could hear my alarm going off from the next room over. I winced as I grabbed at the bathroom sink and pulled myself off of the floor, my limbs trembling. I stepped into my room, pulled my closet door open, and pulled out some clothes before cautiously changing into them, attempting not to prod at any of my injuries.

I hear the loud footsteps of my father echo through my room. I sometimes wonder if he got a house with thin walls just so he could hear what I was doing but I figured that was just me being paranoid.

One thing I've noticed about my father, is that he likes things to be in order, in his order, and if it's not he gets angry and takes it out on anyone and everyone around him, especially me.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear loud footsteps trudge up the stairs.

"Travis! Breakfast is done, and your mother worked very hard on it. Get your ass down here now!"

Mother. That word always left a sour taste in my mouth.

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I see a boy I don't recognize, loitering outside the door of my first period. He's quite short, with blue pigtails that Bob beside his head, along with an odd purple and white mask.

I wondered why someone would present themselves so oddly. Why would a boy want bright blue pigtails? It's just not proper. I turned from him and stalked away to the nearest bathroom.

Once I was done in the bathroom, I walked back to my class. My feet faltered in their movements at the sight of that freak sitting in the seat beside mine. I wish we didn't have assigned seats, it would make my life so much easier.

I let out a quiet sigh as the chair made a harsh scratch noise against the linoleum flooring. He looked up at me from the notebook he was doodling in, his hair fell from the mask, revealing frost-blue eyes. I plopped down in my seat and made sure to put a fair amount of distance between us.

I zoned out as she began to call the roll and I was only brought back when I heard a name I didn't recognize.

"Sal fisher?"

I had never heard that name and I knew almost everyone here considering how small the school is, so I assumed it was the blue-haired boy.

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I sit down at my normal lunch table, by myself, per usual. I look up when I see someone standing in front of the table. It's that boy from earlier "What do you want?" My question came out more harsh than I intended. "I just wanted to see if you'd like to come sit next to me and my friends?"

I glanced at where he was gesturing. That group especially hated me and I didn't blame them, I knew I could be a dick at times. It wouldn't be long before the blue-haired one hates me too so there's no point in being nice. "Fuck off" I reply, as I shoved my lunch into my bag, and headed towards the exit of the cafeteria.