Sheep's Clothing

1: A Rather Uneventful Day

Travis felt horribly out of place.

He sort of hoped his older brother was there, at least he'd have some sort of comfort, but alas, he was left alone to face this feeling of awkwardness surrounding him. You see, Travis had recently began attending Eagleland State High, and he could already tell he wouldn't fit in. Surrounding him were boy with slicked back hair who rocked biker jackets, baggy shirts and tight yet low cut jeans, along with girls with pretty bobs and either short leather dresses or flowing dresses that reached their ankles.

There, in the middle, sat lonely travis with his sweater vest and high pinned pants, he felt sort of embarrassed. That wasn't the only issue, there was also another problem.

This school had a social class system.

In ESH, there were four main groups, of course there were your typical preps and goths and punks and cheerleaders, but other than them the main four were the biggest and most prominent.

The first was The Groupies, they were really pretty and really popular girls who seemed to have everyone's eyes on them when they walked passed. Any girl could be a Groupie as long as she was cute, there were nerdy Groupies, nice Groupies, bitchy Groupies and then some.

Then there were The Bangers, you could call them the male equivalent to The Groupies, except almost every Banger was an asshole. You could tell if a guy was a Banger by how much gel he had in his hair, if it looked like a shiny rock he was most certainly a Banger. The Bangers didn't do anything but party, have tones of unprotected sex and bragged about their looks and bodies, if you weren't one of them and didn't crush on them, you probably hated them.

Below the Bangers were The Kinda-Cools, these guys were kids who weren't really all that popular, but people rocked with them anyway. They'd get invited to parties, but never get invited to true events, the more pupular kids would say hello and remember their names, but never have outright conversations with them. Being a Kinda-Cool was good because you were popular enough not to get bullied, but lame enough where they never got involved in drama and could keep to themselves if they chose.

Finally, there's The Obscures, the kids who were lower than the nobodies because nobody knew who The Obscures were most of the time, being an Obscure meant you could be picked on and no one cared because nobody knew you, or you could be harrassed and no one would realize. And Obscure could never be invited to anything and would often be unknown to the teachers as well as the students, being an Obscure sucked.

The problem with this system was, due to how knew Travis was, he hadn't been drafted into any of these groupes yet. He'd like to believe there was some form of initiation he had to go through to become any of these kids, and he hadn't done that yet, so for now he accepted the fact that he was probably an Obscure by the looks of things.

Travis was out by the courtyard when he saw a red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle pull up beside the school, and when this happened, everyone outside paused and took a breath, including Travis, though his was more out of annoyance than wonder.

It was his car.

Elijah Franklin's car.

Ness' car.

Ness was a Banger, in case his ugly gelled hair and ugly jacket didn't prove anything, or the cigar he constantly had on him didn't make it obvious enough. Ness was a typical 'hot edgy football player guy' who basically had every dude in school worshipping the ground he walked on and aspiring to be like him. Travis didn't know why though, maybe this opinion was formed by some less than savory experiences with the noirette, but Travis thought he was nasty. His breath smelt bad and he never left Travis alone, he always made fun of him for something and his lame loser Banger friends would join.