Travis said goodbye to his school counselor before getting out of her car. She had said nothing about the fresh black eye or the bruised arm. He preferred it that way. Shutting the door and trudging his way towards the door thinking of all the things that could go wrong.

 The worst being his father finding out about him going here. His eyes bounced to and from the other people who seemed to be showing up for the meeting. He checked who the other people were, seeing most looked like those who Travis and his friends would torment, this would be a pretty odd experience. Travis thought this to himself as he fixed the sleeves of his American Eagle shirt. 

Travis found his way to the room for the meeting. He saw a few other kids around his age in there. 'Damn, there's some stunners in here. He slid a chair next to Hjordis, the strawberry Blonde in the jean shorts. Hell if he was stuck going to this place, he might as well meet some people.

"Hey babe. Whats goin on?"