It was a cold night. Ray could see his breath in the dark night sky.
Honestly, he no longer knew where he was. He just had to get away from everything. Last night, he and Kent had gotten into an argument. He was not even sure what it was about anymore. Then today, he went to school. During lunchtime, he saw Kent there. Kent did not even attend the same school as him. Ray saw the rich boy holding a book; his eyes widened when he realized it was his own journal, or what Kent called "Ray's diary." Ray watched in horror as Kent walked up to the girl he wrote about in his journal and kissed her.
I hate that- No. Just... Just breathe.
Later in the day, during their training, they were matched up to spar. Seeing as Ray had less experience, he stood no match when Kent went all out, calling Ray a failure. In anger, Ray lashed out, completely destroying one of their walls again.
It's all his fault. He's such a- No, I need to relax.
Later, Kent destroyed another of their rooms, but blamed it all on Ray. Their supervisor was disappointed in Ray, adding hours on to his chores. He would have to clean their entire building as well as all the vehicles they owned; with the exception of the supervisor's car, they were all Kent's. Ray had successfully mopped the first floor, when Kent walked in completely muddy from a soccer game that Ray had to miss.
How could- Why would he- No, wait. I need to calm down.
That was the last straw for Ray. He dashed out the door and just walked. That's what he did when he wanted to get away from all his problems and return to his normal self. He would walk and walk and
The sun had gone down hours ago. He was still walking, never turning back. He was now on some sort of deserted highway, near some forest. He did not care where he was. All he cared about were his problems. His problems were the biggest problems in the world.
At least, that's what he thought.
