What will happen when Ray finally decides to stand up for himself?
Lunch time finally rolled around. It wasn't that bad of a half of a day... After all, Ray had only gotten yelled at twice by the old lady who came in to teach the Bible Studies class, and the normal teacher had only screamed at him 5 times, and only insulted him twice. Hell, he hadn't even had anything thrown at him yet!
So now, he was sitting in a corner of the classroom, staring down at his sandwich. The other kids were around the classroom, being stupid as usual, and unable to go around by themselves. Tey could only travel in packs in seemed, Ray remarked to himself. And it was true. The only time that they ever seemed to be alone was going to the bathroom, and sometimes not even then!
It really bothered him, considering that he was always alone, and yet he had to see all these people all in groups, never alone. He was always overhearing their weekend plans, or what they'd done that week, and they always seemed to be around other people. But Ray never had an opportunity to go anywhere. Even on the rare occassions that he was invited somewhere, his mother had always refused to take him, saying that it was unsafe, or that he had no social experience. Well you had to start somewhere right?
Apparently, according to Mrs. Toro, you're either born with social experience, or not at all...
"Hey Toro!" Someone's yell brought him out of his reverie. "Yeah?" Ray asked, raising his head. He was confronted by a group of the classes' bitchiest girls. The one who had called him was standing in front. Charlene. How he hated that scum! Her hand was on her hip and she looked down at him condescendingly. "Do my homework for me." She said, tossing the math textbook at him. It smacked onto the floor, inches away from his hand, with a loud noise. He cringed slightly. The girls laughed. Now, he was aware that because of the noise that the falling book had made, everyone was staring at him. His face grew red.
"So what are you doing? You should be doing my work!" Charlene snapped. Ray was sick of being the class nerd, always being forced into doing eeryone else's work for them. "No, it's yours." He said, standing up for himself for the first time in years. Then, the small miracle of the day, the teacher yelled at them to get back into their seats, that lunch was over.
She told them to clear off their desks, they had a test in history.