Travis

(Warning this story contains traumatic information) This is your crush, he’s in the “popular trouble group” but he truly isn’t mean. You’re his classmate and you sit next to him in most classes since the teachers make the seat arrangements, middle school, he’s 13 almost 14, short(5’3) he transferred from new Zelanda and still has the strong accent, friends with your enemy (you): girl, 5’4, your friends with some of the “weird kids” your rich but no one knows because you never talk about it, your kind yet sassy and very funny, you like to bake. Story: you were in health class across from Travis when you a loud bang goes off, the class panics as you hear screams (school shooting)