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[Travis Cecil Bondurant]

Travis Cecil Bondurant

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NAME:

[/b] Travis
AGE:[/b] Sixteen
YEAR: Junior
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Luke Worrall


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FAMILY:
Mother: Patsy Jo Bondurant
Father: John Forrest Bondurant Sr. (deceased)
Older Brother: Johnny Forrest Bondurant (19) (deceased)
Older Brother: Brettley Bo Bondurant (18)
Younger Sister: Daisy-Mae Bondurant (15)
HISTORY:

Unlike my siblings, I was born in the summer time. July seventh, to be exact. It was a pretty mild day, and at noon, I was brought into the world. I had two siblings, and within a year, I had another. Mom and dad took very good care of us kids, making sure that we knew we were loved. I think that's why our family bond is so tight.

I've always been a momma's boy, wanting to make her proud. After all, she's the only woman in this world who has to love me no matter how much I mess up or fail. I loved my father, too, but Daisy was glued to him. Since Brettley and Johnny spent their days away from the house, I got to spend extra time with mom. I always looked forward to Mommy and Travis time, which happened every day after lunch until I was five. That's when kindergarten hit.

My first day was pretty rough. There were so many kids; I didn't know what to do! I spent my time in the corner coloring or scribbling pictures for my parents. The teacher was concerned, and she tried to make me interact with the kids, but once mom heard, she gave the teacher a talking to, telling her that she couldn't force me into doing a thing I didn't want to do without hurting my mental functioning. Something like that, anyway.

After school, I would go home, and I'd have some family time. Family time was great. Of course it wasn't with all of them at once. It was more one on one kind of stuff. One afternoon, I'd spend it with dad and Daisy, who were always in the shop. Another, I'd spend with mom in the kitchen, listening and humming along with her as she baked or cooked. The next, I'd be trying to become Brettley and Johnny's clones.

On the weekends, though, when there was more time at home, I'd go down to the river. I liked being by myself. People were too loud and too scary. Plus, everyone else had other things to do. At the age of six, I met a local musician, who offered to give me free guitar lessons on Saturdays. That made my weekly trips to the river even better. He and I met every Saturday until I was ten. He'd told me I was a natural, and I did seem to pick it up quickly. When I was nine, he got me my very own guitar for Christmas.

At the age of ten, my family underwent a devastating event. Our father had been murdered at the shop. Everyone in the family handled it differently. I stopped going out. I locked myself in my room or helped momma out around the house. I wasn't sleeping at night, after that. I was faced with nightmares and thoughts of the killers finding the rest of us. I was almost eleven when I picked up the habit of cutting. Whenever I got bad thoughts, depressed, cried, or was too anxious, I let the silver blade run across my skin.

When I was trying to spend time with Daisy or Brettley, things weren't the same. Everything was fake. We all knew what happened, but I never spoke about it. I pretended to be fine, just that I was getting quieter and stayed in my room more. Brettley tried to take dad's place, and I admired that. He took care of us, unlike Johnny. Johnny was never home. He was out doing God-knew-what with God-knew-who. I missed seeing Johnny, but I couldn't do anything about it.

At the age of twelve, I began writing songs to express how I felt. It was all part of my therapists plan, and it helped a little. With the pain and hurt, not with my anxiety. As I got older, my anxiety got worse and worse. I locked myself in my room every day after school, only seeing my family at dinner. I never saw Johnny, unless it was at school. Then he was hanging with some gang. I didn't want to get involved, so I stayed away.

That didn't do me much good. I was thirteen when things for our family got even worse. Johnny hadn't come home one night, which wasn't unusual. But by the morning, the cops were at the house, telling us that Johnny had been stabbed. I wish I could go back and tell mom that something wasn't right. I wish I would've known. Maybe then, we could've saved Johnny's life.

Before I could even register what had just been said to us, Brettley was out the door. Everyone was panicked. That's when I cut the worst. I couldn't handle losing yet another member of the family. I locked myself in my room. Soon, we found out Brettley was alive, but he was going to jail. Mom wasn't risking losing anymore of her kids, so she packed the family up, moving us across the country.

It didn't help my sleep. It made it worse. It had been six years since I actually slept. Daisy and I grew closer, but I still kept my guard up around her, not letting her know how truly bad I was handling things. Nor would I let mom. Moving messed my anxiety up even more. I wasn't good with change. I needed to hold onto something. Music was that something. It was the one thing that never changed. I learned we would be going to a private school, and I begged mom to put me in music classes and guitar classes.

Now we get to see if our family survives this change and the many to come.

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APPEARANCE:

[/b][/i], he has the name 'Daisy' written out in black, capitalized letters beneath his knuckles. On his right hand, same font and color, he has the name 'Patsy' in the same spot as Daisy. On his right wrist, he has his father's name 'John Sr.' and his death date in black, cursive letters. On his left wrist, he has 'Johnny' and his death date in cursive, black letters. On the front of his left shoulder, he has Brettley spelled out in the same lettering as Daisy and Patsy. On his left side, on his ribs, he has in black, cursive letters, the words ' In each family a story is playing itself out, and each family's story embodies its hope and despair.' written out. He has the state of Virginia tattooed right under his heart. On the inside of his elbow on his left arm, he has an acoustic guitar done in black. [/ul]

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EXPERIENCE: 9 Years
TIMEZONE:

[/b] Eastern
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FOUND: Izzy
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[Shayde Leonte]

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