Chapter 8
by 
Goodjob
Is there clothes
No
Ms. Webb led Travis to the lost and found, a small, cluttered room in the back of the school. The air was thick with the scent of old clothes and dust. Travis's anxiety grew as he watched her sift through the shelves, her hands moving through the tangled mess of forgotten sweaters and worn jeans. "I'm afraid there's nothing here that would fit you," she said, turning to him with a sympathetic smile. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, and Travis felt a flush rise to his cheeks.