Unfair is the perfect description of life. You can spend your whole life striving to achieve something, only for someone more fortunate, or simply luckier, to take it first. There’s no deeper meaning, no justification—it just is. That was the thought that echoed constantly in Travis Blackthorn’s mind.


    Travis Blackthorn, a 17-year-old high school student, wasn’t living his best life by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, he was enduring one of the worst periods of his young existence. A simple, unassuming kid, Travis was known for his kindness. He treated everyone with respect, regardless of how they treated him in return. This virtue, however, turned into his greatest vulnerability, as many of those around him exploited his good nature without a second thought.


    His high school journey had started on a positive note. His first year was smooth—filled with the typical experiences of a teenager finding his way. But everything changed when he entered his second year. The class he was placed in turned out to be a collection of the most unruly and malicious students he had ever encountered. From the beginning, they decided Travis didn’t belong. He became an outcast, isolated in a sea of classmates who thrived on cruelty.


    At first, Travis tried to ignore the exclusion. Loneliness, though difficult, seemed a small price to pay for the opportunity to focus on his studies. But the situation deteriorated rapidly. The verbal jabs turned into relentless teasing, and the teasing escalated into acts of humiliation. Eventually, it reached a point where Travis became the class’s unofficial punching bag—an outlet for their frustrations and sadistic amusement.


    Each day was a battle he never signed up for, one where his resolve was tested repeatedly. But no matter how much he tried to endure, the weight of their torment continued to grow, threatening to crush the very essence of who he was.


    At the moment, Travis was walking toward the head office, his steps slow and hesitant. This was where his teacher would be at this time of day, and the very thought made his stomach churn. He cast nervous glances over his shoulder, scanning the corridors in fear that one of his classmates might see him. The possibility of their mocking laughter was enough to make his palms sweat.


    Reaching the door, he paused, his knuckles hovering in the air for a second before he forced himself to knock. The hollow sound echoed in the empty hallway. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest. When the door finally creaked open, he was met with the familiar but stern face of his form teacher, who glanced at him briefly before stepping aside.


    "Come in," the teacher said curtly. Travis nodded, swallowing hard as he stepped inside.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    They walked past rows of desks in the faculty room, the scent of coffee and old paper hanging in the air. Other teachers barely glanced at them, engrossed in their work or hushed conversations. Travis felt small, as though the walls were pressing in on him. The teacher led him to his table, a cluttered surface covered with papers, pens, and a half-empty mug.


    "So, Travis," the teacher began, settling into his chair and leaning back. He clicked his pen up and down in a rhythmic, almost taunting manner. "What brings you here?" His tone was laced with impatience, his eyes already distant.


    Travis hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of his teacher''s disinterest. He felt the words catch in his throat but knew he had to speak. If he didn’t, he would suffer in silence for the rest of his life.


    "Well, um, I''m having trouble with my classmates," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "They aren’t treating me well, Sir."


    The teacher raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of boredom and skepticism. "So you''re saying you’re being bullied?" he asked flatly, tapping his pen against the desk.


    "Yes, Sir," Travis replied quickly, his voice more urgent now, hoping the teacher might finally understand.


    The teacher sighed, leaning forward slightly. "Well, I find that quite unbelievable," he said with a smirk.


    "You know, I have the best class in the whole grade. In fact, out of every student, you''re the one underperforming, Travis." He clicked his pen sharply, the sound like a gavel striking a final verdict. "Wait, is that what this is about? You''re jealous, aren’t you? Jealous of their success? God, I can’t believe you..."


    His words blurred together, fading into the background as Travis’s heart sank. A cold weight settled in his chest, the realization dawning that his teacher wasn’t just dismissive—he was complicit.


    When the teacher finally stopped speaking, his tone shifted to one of cold authority. "You’re going to apologize to the class after the break. For lying about them, understand? We won’t tolerate baseless accusations here."


    Travis opened his mouth to protest, but the look in the teacher''s eyes silenced him. Defeated, he nodded. The threat of involving his parents was enough to keep him compliant.


    When the bell rang, signaling the end of the break, Travis stood in front of the class, his cheeks burning as he mumbled an apology. His classmates smirked, some whispering among themselves. The teacher watched from his desk, arms crossed, his expression smug.


    As Travis sat down, he turned his gaze to the window, his eyes following the clouds drifting across the sky. A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down. Today, he realized with a sinking certainty, would be one of the worst days of his life.


    When school ended Travis, found himself standing outside in the field surrounding by many guys in his class. He simply stared at them blankly. No emotion on his face as he recalled his life.


    ''What did I ever do, to deserve this?'' He asked himself as he stared at the sky.


    He is now sat down on his knees with no pants on as his peers laugh and ridicule him. Travis with his face down held back tears, hearing the laughs of his fellow classmates was quite painful, especially knowing that he''ll see them again tomorrow. Yet he couldn''t do anything, born naturally weak and shy he can''t do anything but sit there as they laugh and record his shameful sight.


    '' How I wish isekais were real. Wouldn''t that mean that I''d have to do? I guess but I''m not confident enough to kill myself honestly '' he thought.


    " He''s crying. That''s so sad"


    " Little baby Travis can''t do shit but cry. What a loser!"


    " Hahahahaha"


    The loud sounds of them laughing, made his blood boil, but he couldn''t do anything. Balling up his fists in rage, but too scared to even utter a single word. He knew he was pathetic, but didn''t have the will to change that.


    He knew it wasn''t fair as well, he didn''t do anything to deserve this. Yet here he was.


    TO BE CONTINUED