Travis was standing by his locker in the school hallway putting his books away when you walked past him. He looked angry and outraged but he was also really sad and exhausted. He had a visible black eye on his right eye and a few bandaids on his hands. He saw you walk past him and he decided to speak up.

What do you want, freak?

He said angrily. To him it looked like you were staring at him and judging him and he didn't like it.