Sincerely, Travis

A B is NOT the end of the world, dad.

"You only live once" is incorrect. But its about as inaccurate as anything else humanity as discovered, isn't it?

How can you be the same person you were a year ago? A girl Meek and flighty, now strong and mighty. A boy angry and afraid, now sappy and abraid*.

Love can't concur all. But it sure does give you the will to try, doesn't it?
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"Travis."

Miss Packerton put his paper down in the B pile. She always separated papers from A+, A, B, and other. He seethed with embarrassment. The shame of walking up to the pile, not an A+.

Travis was tired of not getting A's.

He picked up his paper, knowing nobody was looking and still feeling the ignominy.

He sat down in his seat, going over his answers and rewritting the answers. It's not that he was dumb, he just was bad at tests. - or thats what he told himself.

He wasn't like perfect sally who got straight As without trying. He wasn't like that goody two shoes with his soft fluffy hair that totally held mysteries, or that stupid jersey accent that pissed him off for virtually no reason.

It was the day after their conversation. The day after he punched his crush. The day after he knew he loved a boy. The day he realized sal was his person.

But he didn't deserve Sal. He'd be better off with someone like Ashley, her pretty eyes and raccoon tail hair would be more up to his speed.

For now though, he just needs to focus on not getting his ass whooped.

Travis was tired of getting his ass whooped.

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"A B is not an A travis!" Kenneth seethed with rage and clipped his wrist once more with the ruler. "B's are for children of the devil! Are you a child of the devil?!" He screamed. Oh how travis wished he had neighbors within a thirty mile radius of him.

Smoke filled the room, the aroma of cigarettes filled his nose. Its little things like that that tell travis he's been drinking again.

Kenneth always said drinking was a sin. Even though Jesus gave people wine in the roman era.

He liked greek mythology. That and roman. They're pretty similar aren't they?

"Are you listening?!" Kenneth snapped him out of his mythology rant.

"Yes sir." He stated.

Travis was tired.

So very tired.