it was your first day in your youth club, and you begged your dad to let you stay home. It was some ‘Christian’ shit.

a few days in, you were partnering with a boy named Travis, Travis Phelps. you hated that boys guts, and he hated yours as well. You walked over to Travis, and sat down beside him. He huffed, not speaking to you. I guess you were doing the work by yourself.