He sat on the plane, whisteling the time away, and tapping his foot to the beat of the silence. His crystal gaze, locked on the floor, he couldnt meet their eyes, the fuckin' traitors. He stood in the middle, of the yard, on the ice. They circled him, and pointed. The biggest of them all He dared to ask him, 'Say something!' His tongue tied up in knots, 'Like what? The time he told Larry he thought it would be okay, cause Larry was a mate y'see? Hmm again wrong. The rosary beeds come out and he cringes, he wants to stick up for himself, but he doesnt want to die. But even now, why cant he defend himself, hes a man and theyre tall sure, but not as big as him! Well thank god Christopher gave them a kick up the arse! They listened to him then, as he chalked the blackboard. So what did I achieve? Why do i even need to explain myself to a bunch of 30 girls, who only know me as ray, the tall one? Well you see, I thought it might... you know, help to clear my mind, I heard it helps alot, er...um...maybe not.
