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Travis' POV:

It was septum 20th. it was 7am, and all i could hear was my fuck of a dad yelling and screaming for me to get ready and get my ass up. "GOD DAMMIT TRAVIS! GET YOUR ASS UP! YOUR GOING TO LATE." he screamed loudly banding on my door. i was laying in my bed with a blank look, i was so tried and sore.. i felt like my body was still on fire.. but i knew everything would get worse if i stayed in bed, i sat up with a groan and massvie head ache. i walked to my closet and opened it.. most of it was jeans-shits and some church clothes and my few nice sweaters and hoodies, i just grabbed some jeans a shirt and a purple hoodia i quickly put them on and try to clean my bleached blonde hair but it was a messy and my roots were showing like crazy but i was to lazy to do anything, i open my door, to hard slap on the face from my father, "GOD WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!" he yelled in my face, i try to stay clam and ignore the burn in my cheek, "I'm sorry sir." i say calmly my father just groans and walk away upset and acting like a child, i walk to the kitchen my cheek now red, i grab my school bag and start out making sure i have my keys and phone in my pocket before leaving my house finally away from my brat of a father. I start to walk to school. And all i can think about is the night before...And H̶i̶m̶..



Sal's POV:

its was septum 20th, and it was 8am. i heard my alarm clock go off i sit up with a tired groan and turning off my alarm, i get out of bed and grab my glass eye putting it in before looking for some clothes, i put on some shirt black zip up hoodie and shorts, i brush my hair and put on my 'Mask", before leaving my room and leaving my apartment with my bag and to Larry's, i know his probably still asleep and maybe high. i get to place and knock on his door and his actually up and dressed but he looks..a bit high i ignore that as we leave




(𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟❜𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

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