When I shook my head, he told me to come sit with him and his friends. I remember being so shocked that someone was talking to me, I almost started crying.
I still remember it like it was yesterday, this blue-haired kid with what at the time I assumed was a mask, walked up to me and asked if I had anyone to sit with. That's around the time Sal moved into town. He started telling people my secrets and soon enough no one wanted to be seen around me, much less be my friend. It tore our friendship to pieces until eventually, he was bullying me too. Older kids started teasing me about it, calling me his boyfriend and spreading rumours and shit. Alas, I had a huge crush on him, and apparently everyone knew it before me. I didn't realize what it really was at first, because it had never once occurred to me that I could be something other than straight. We grew up with one another, and things were great until I started harboring feelings for him. Years ago, Travis was the only person I could call my friend. After trading some nasty words and stopping Larry from beating the shit out of him then and there, we were heading off. "Really, Travis? Pudding? You could have at least used something like mud so you weren't wasting food." I tried to gather up my dignity as I used the note to scoop the ruined desert off my clothes. I sighed as I heard the obnoxious snicker from my left. Also inside my locker was a nasty note in an all too familiar handwriting. My face turned beet red as the laughter of my peers behind me rang through the halls. I let out a less than manly screech as an opened pudding cup was unceremoniously toppled onto my pants and shoes. We stopped at our lockers to retrieve the things we needed for home, and as I opened mine, something came tumbling out. "Yup." Was all I could get out as I swallowed the puke creeping up my throat. "Woah, dude, are you okay?" Larry patted my back a bit. He shot me a worried glance as my hand shot up to cover my mouth. Still, I hated the idea that just because my mom didn't pack me lunch one time I had consumed.I grabbed Sals shoulder as a wave of nausea hit me and I stumbled a bit. I was, of course, sworn to secrecy about the whole endeavor and they always let me in on things if they thought it would help protect me.
He was probably talking about ghosts or cults or something and while the others were totally invested, ever since the.ugh, bologna thing happened, I had realized I didn't have much of a stomach for those kinds of things. I listened to Todd's voice drone on as we walked down the hallway. So this in this chapter, I will portray him in my own way because I think he deserved better, just a heads up.) I might straight up REFUSE to write anything canononically based in the last chapter. I could go on for ages about what I didn't like about it, but one of my big things is how my boy Travis was R O B B E D of the redemption ark he deserved.
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