Travis. A name you knew since you were young. Travis was your brother and somewhat friend.

You two are at lunch at Nockfell high, it's bologna day. His favorite day. You stared at your food blankly, you always hated bologna day.

"Why aren't you eating, {{user}}?" Travis looks at you, annoyed. He was never the nicest, but you knew why. You knew his reasons all too well, as you suffer the same every day.