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Warning: This story contains adult themes, strong language, homosexual relationships, and a student-teacher relationship. If any of these offend you, don't read the story.
Chapter one: A New Beginning
Travis was a troubled child. He was always quiet and withdrawn (which only worsened after his parents were killed when he was 5), but stated his opinion in matters without thinking over the consequences. He was a thin 15 year old with short, fluffy light blue hair. His hair was naturally an almost white color that went along with his smooth pale skin and pale blue eyes, almost like a husky's eyes. He was relatively tall, at 5 foot 9 inches, and thin. He had a very pretty, slightly feminine face which was expressionless for the most part, like that of a porcelain doll. Through each of his ears was a small silver hoop with a blue bead on it.
He sat, listening to music, his passion in life, and played along with the guitar on his own electric guitar, which he had worked hard, long hours at the orphanage to earn the money to buy it. He barely hears the knock on his door and turned off the CD player before a few people came in. One of them was the man who owned the orphanage, the other two Travis didn't know. The man and woman looked him over for a minute. The woman whispered something to the man and he nodded. They told the owner something and he smiled at Travis.
"Congratulation, Travis. You're going to be adopted by these kind people," the manager told him.
The woman smiled at him. "I'm Laura Murphy, and this is my husband Jim. It's so nice to meet you. If you hurry and pack up your stuff, we can take you home with us today!"
Travis nodded, his face showing no emotion as he packed up his few belongings: his CD collection, his guitar and amp, and his only outfit, other than the one he was wearing. Why me? he asked himself. Why can't the world just leave me alone. I was used to it here, and now they just go and completely fuck up my life, and the expect me to be happy about it? A few minutes later, they were in a limo, heading towards the Murphy's home.
"You will be going to St. John's. It's a boarding school for all boys. Very good school, it is." Mr. Murphy stroked his short beard softly. "We'll take you out tomorrow to buy your uniform and then the next day, we'll take to the school so that you can start your classes immediately."
Travis nodded in response. So they're just going to send me off to some boarding school? They don't really want me. That much is painfully obvious.
***
When they arrived there, there were reporters all over the place. Travis was temporarily blinded by all of the cameras going at once as they stepped out of the car. "How do you feel now that you're part of the Murphy's program to help troubled teens?" he heard. Program? Ah, so this whole "adopting me" thing is all for show. Oh well.
He was shown up to a guest room that he would stay in until he went off to school. It was only a few weeks into the school year, so he hadn't missed all that much. He took a long shower, scrubbing off all of the dirt that covered his body. He smelled that peach soap and smiled. The orphanage had never been able to afford soap, let alone sweet smelling ones. He washed his hair at least three times with the peach shampoo and conditioner, which he hadn't used since before his parents died. He felt thoroughly clean by the time he got out of the shower, if a bit wrinkly. Ah, I love the smell of peach...
He practically fell into the bed and he fell asleep quickly. he was awakened rudely around noon the next day, when a servant came in to bring him food. Travis perked up when he smelled the coffee and the sandwich that had been made for him. After he was done eating, he was walked down to the front door by the same servant that had woken him up so that he could go shopping with Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.
When they got to the store, they were greeted by a man who followed them around until he was sure they had found everything that they had come for. The uniform wasn't that bad. It was black dress pants and shoes, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black briefcase. The uniform fit him very well and showed off his thin figure. Wow, I look good in this... I wonder how much it costs? He checked the receipt when they were walking out of the store with five pairs of the uniform, so he wouldn't have to wash them everyday. $500! Good god! I've never even touched clothing this expensive before! Why the hell would you spend $500 on clothes...
When they got back to the house, he took a warm shower and went to bed.
***
He woke up when a servant came in at 5:00 am and gently shook him awake. Fuck, don't they have alarm clocks here? Having people touch me while I'm asleep creeps me out... He got up and ate breakfast before quickly packing and then leaving to go to St. John's.
When they got there, Travis' first impression was that it looked like a prison. The old brick building was surrounded by a tall metal fence with spikes at the top of each metal pole that make up the fence. The building itself was very large, and when Travis and Mrs. Murphy walked into the office, he was amazed by the elegance of the school. In his experience, school was a small, stuffy building with graffiti everywhere and little respect was ever shown towards the teachers. Travis felt dirty and out of place here. He wasn't rich or smart. He was a street punk that had lived in poverty his entire life.
He was shown to his first class by one of the office workers. His first class of the day, he saw as he looked at his schedule, was Classic Literature. Ick, I hate reading... So boring... I don't like writing papers on boring books written by a bunch of dead guys. I bet the teacher sucks too. Boring people teach boring subject... Then, he had Creative Writing, Music Theory, Lunch, Geography, History, Math, and Physical Education. Could it get any worse? The only two classes that interest me are Music Theory and Lunch. These were his thoughts as he opened the door to his classroom and walked in.
Warning: This story contains adult themes, strong language, homosexual relationships, and a student-teacher relationship. If any of these offend you, don't read the story.
Chapter one: A New Beginning
Travis was a troubled child. He was always quiet and withdrawn (which only worsened after his parents were killed when he was 5), but stated his opinion in matters without thinking over the consequences. He was a thin 15 year old with short, fluffy light blue hair. His hair was naturally an almost white color that went along with his smooth pale skin and pale blue eyes, almost like a husky's eyes. He was relatively tall, at 5 foot 9 inches, and thin. He had a very pretty, slightly feminine face which was expressionless for the most part, like that of a porcelain doll. Through each of his ears was a small silver hoop with a blue bead on it.
He sat, listening to music, his passion in life, and played along with the guitar on his own electric guitar, which he had worked hard, long hours at the orphanage to earn the money to buy it. He barely hears the knock on his door and turned off the CD player before a few people came in. One of them was the man who owned the orphanage, the other two Travis didn't know. The man and woman looked him over for a minute. The woman whispered something to the man and he nodded. They told the owner something and he smiled at Travis.
"Congratulation, Travis. You're going to be adopted by these kind people," the manager told him.
The woman smiled at him. "I'm Laura Murphy, and this is my husband Jim. It's so nice to meet you. If you hurry and pack up your stuff, we can take you home with us today!"
Travis nodded, his face showing no emotion as he packed up his few belongings: his CD collection, his guitar and amp, and his only outfit, other than the one he was wearing. Why me? he asked himself. Why can't the world just leave me alone. I was used to it here, and now they just go and completely fuck up my life, and the expect me to be happy about it? A few minutes later, they were in a limo, heading towards the Murphy's home.
"You will be going to St. John's. It's a boarding school for all boys. Very good school, it is." Mr. Murphy stroked his short beard softly. "We'll take you out tomorrow to buy your uniform and then the next day, we'll take to the school so that you can start your classes immediately."
Travis nodded in response. So they're just going to send me off to some boarding school? They don't really want me. That much is painfully obvious.
***
When they arrived there, there were reporters all over the place. Travis was temporarily blinded by all of the cameras going at once as they stepped out of the car. "How do you feel now that you're part of the Murphy's program to help troubled teens?" he heard. Program? Ah, so this whole "adopting me" thing is all for show. Oh well.
He was shown up to a guest room that he would stay in until he went off to school. It was only a few weeks into the school year, so he hadn't missed all that much. He took a long shower, scrubbing off all of the dirt that covered his body. He smelled that peach soap and smiled. The orphanage had never been able to afford soap, let alone sweet smelling ones. He washed his hair at least three times with the peach shampoo and conditioner, which he hadn't used since before his parents died. He felt thoroughly clean by the time he got out of the shower, if a bit wrinkly. Ah, I love the smell of peach...
He practically fell into the bed and he fell asleep quickly. he was awakened rudely around noon the next day, when a servant came in to bring him food. Travis perked up when he smelled the coffee and the sandwich that had been made for him. After he was done eating, he was walked down to the front door by the same servant that had woken him up so that he could go shopping with Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.
When they got to the store, they were greeted by a man who followed them around until he was sure they had found everything that they had come for. The uniform wasn't that bad. It was black dress pants and shoes, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black briefcase. The uniform fit him very well and showed off his thin figure. Wow, I look good in this... I wonder how much it costs? He checked the receipt when they were walking out of the store with five pairs of the uniform, so he wouldn't have to wash them everyday. $500! Good god! I've never even touched clothing this expensive before! Why the hell would you spend $500 on clothes...
When they got back to the house, he took a warm shower and went to bed.
***
He woke up when a servant came in at 5:00 am and gently shook him awake. Fuck, don't they have alarm clocks here? Having people touch me while I'm asleep creeps me out... He got up and ate breakfast before quickly packing and then leaving to go to St. John's.
When they got there, Travis' first impression was that it looked like a prison. The old brick building was surrounded by a tall metal fence with spikes at the top of each metal pole that make up the fence. The building itself was very large, and when Travis and Mrs. Murphy walked into the office, he was amazed by the elegance of the school. In his experience, school was a small, stuffy building with graffiti everywhere and little respect was ever shown towards the teachers. Travis felt dirty and out of place here. He wasn't rich or smart. He was a street punk that had lived in poverty his entire life.
He was shown to his first class by one of the office workers. His first class of the day, he saw as he looked at his schedule, was Classic Literature. Ick, I hate reading... So boring... I don't like writing papers on boring books written by a bunch of dead guys. I bet the teacher sucks too. Boring people teach boring subject... Then, he had Creative Writing, Music Theory, Lunch, Geography, History, Math, and Physical Education. Could it get any worse? The only two classes that interest me are Music Theory and Lunch. These were his thoughts as he opened the door to his classroom and walked in.