Iniquitous
Hella Cool.
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Location: Hallways with @Savagai
As Travis stood in the hallway, he engrossed himself in his cellphone. He scrolled through pictures and old text messages, trying to remember a time before all of this. But he couldn’t scroll back that far. It always ended at the same place, the same sentence, about a year ago, when he saw his little sister for the first time.
Jesster
me
I need your help later. I need you to dispose of something for me.
He tapped his cigarette ash into a neat pile on the floor when a teacher walked by.
”Really Travis? This early?”
”C’mon teach, gimme a break. I promise to put the rest of the fuck-ups on hold after this.
She nodded. ”Fine Travis, just hurry up, alright?”
”Scout’s honor.” He placed three fingers against his forehead.
She left him, murmuring her disbelief at his honesty, and he took another drag of his cigarette. Travis wasn’t alone for much longer, when he noticed the guy from the cafeteria, Sef. He smelled different this time, and Travis furrowed his brow, unsure why he had followed him out of the cafeteria. ”Hey man. You smoke?” He took a cigarette from his pocket and held it out for Sef to take.
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