Chapter 7: Travis Keith Osborne

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"So, Travis tell me, why did you dye your hair? I am sure having it naturally white attracted allot of people, preferably of the feminine variety." I say to him with a slight smile on my face.

He shrugs and darts his eyes away to look at the table beside us. The table consisted of a family with a Mother, Father, and son. "Maybe because being normal hair colored was one step closer to a normal life." I look at his body language to tell he is upset at the sight of the family.

"Your mom told me that you have the hair color of your Dad," I say seeing how he'd react to that before continuing. He only nods his head. "Is it possible you dyed it to not look like him?" I ask wondering.

"Maybe, I never met the guy so why should I be feeling some type of way about my hair and him?" He says taking a bite out of his food.

"That could be one way to look at it, but just because you don't think you should feel any type of way doesn't mean subconsciously you don't. It's possible that you feel deep down that you don't want to have any kind of remnants of him in your life because he wasn't there. That's just my opinion." I probably should've made that simpler, he is only twelve.

Before he could get a chance to reply to a waitress kind of person for the area walks up at the table we are at. "Excuse me, sir, are you and your son finished? We need this table for another group of people walking over." Is that even a rule people have to follow at amusement parks?

"Oh yeah but this actually isn't." I look at Travis who just gets up and walks away. "We're done." I get up and walk over to Travis. "You ok Travis?" I ask him, the way he got up was rather different than how you would expect someone to get up. But then again after that little chat, it's reasonable for him to be a little upset.

"I'm not your son." Was all he had to say in a very monotone manner almost as if he was forcing it.

"I know," I say back to him monotone. "A tip for wanting to talk monotone and always seeming emotionless like you do is imagine yourself in third person. Like you are watching someone else say it and you don't care what they are saying." He looks at me and thinks about it.

"So, what now?" He asks me.

"Hmm" I take out my phone to look at the time and see a picture Bell sent me of all of them on the mini roller coaster laughing. I smile a little at Tink and having fun. I sent her a message telling her Travis and I are going to walk around and put my phone away. "Let's see what else this place has to offer. What do you say?" He looks around and shrugs.

"Beats standing here waiting for everyone else." We both start walking around looking for some kind of excitement to come our way.

~Thirty minutes later~

There is nothing here that stands out to me neither him.

"This is a boring Venom." He says crossing his arms.

"Sigh, I know." Just as I say this, I see something I feel could possibly be interesting. "Hey, Travis you see that," I say pointing to the thing.

"What?" He looks to where I am pointing and stops in his shoes. "No way. I am not going in there." He says looking at the attraction. "I hate clowns!" He says in a slightly frightened tone.

The attraction he is referring to is a clown horror house. "I don't see why not. Out of everything here, this is the only one that looks like it could be of any kind of stimulus to our minds. Besides nothing better than something that scares you." He looks at me confused at what I just said. "It could be fun."

"Aaah." I gesture him to walk to it and I follow. "I don't know about this Venom."

"My name is Marshall if you'd rather call me that," I tell him still walking.

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