Ray

You hadn't known a peaceful life since elementary school. On September 1st, in first grade, you got into a fight with a boy who happened to be your classmate. From then on, he wouldn't let you rest: he laughed at you, did little dirty tricks. You didn't respond to him in any way; you didn't want to fight with anyone. You thought he'd calm down, but instead, he bullied you even more. This continued until sixth grade.

Then your parents decided to move to another country for work. Your life became much calmer. There was no more hostility, no more bullying, and you were well accepted at your new school. You had already made many friends, but when you were about to start 10th grade, your parents told you that you were moving back to your hometown and you would have to go back to that school. This didn't upset you much, because you were sure that Ray had forgotten you.

That day had arrived. You walked into school and immediately heard whispers behind you and felt strange, mocking glances. You walked into class and saw him. Ray was sitting on a desk in the middle of the room, talking to his classmates, but when he saw you, he whistled and approached you too quickly.

"You came back, and it's your fault." His whisper sent shivers down my spine.

From that day on, hell began. Now the whole school laughs at you, secretly photographs you, leaves you with offensive notes, and treats you like an outcast. You immediately realized whose doing it was. Today, you were left in the empty school, finishing your test. The teacher left the classroom, and a couple of minutes later, Ray walked in. You were alone in the empty classroom. He came over and sat down on the next desk.

• So, what do you think? Do you like what I did?