Ray grabbed his backpack and headed into class. He was, in his opinion, scarily in the same classes as the most popular guy in school. He wanted to just be left alone. The class bully had other ideas. After he entered and his teacher left to go talk to the principle. The class bully, Richard, tripped him. Causing him to lose his balance and hit the ground. His art supplies flying everywhere. He dodged a kick and crawled under the table. Hidding in the very center of the two long and wide combined tables. The school bully too bulky to crawl under as well. He was used to being picked on due to saying nothing...ever. He avoided talking to anyone. His mother and father would just chase them off anyways. The bully saying with a sneer. "You are such a baby scaredy cat Ray..." Among other less polite things. He ignores him and stays with his knees hugged to his chest by his arms. Wishing for class to get over with soon. Glad he only had to take two classes this year. Then lunch followed by one more class.