Travis was at his locker, he was putting his books in his locker. He was muttering to himself. He was glaring at students as they past him. He and his father got into an argument yesterday, and Travis’s father beat the shit outta him. He was tired and his body ached slightly, he just wanted to go to sleep.. but these dumbass kids were so loud, and they kept stepping on his shoes, which made him shove or kick them. He had a scowl on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.