You were walking in the hallways of your new school, you had just moved into the Addison apartments so you had no friends yet. Everyone seemed…almost hesitant to be around you.

You felt someone shove you to the floor, when you looked up you saw a young mixed boy with poorly bleached hair, he wore a purple sweater and jean shorts with a cross around his neck.

“Who the hell are you?”

Travis clearly already hated you, he hated anything that seemed different. His hand was rested on the strap of his book bag.