163 Ray's Predicament... (1)

Ray sat in a dorm room similar to his own, only much dirtier and more revolting. Dirty brown socks that used to be white, black underwear, junk food and trash of all kinds littered the ground making it give off a repulsive stench that would make anyone throw up, assuming they have not gone nose blind to it.

That was exactly what had happened to Ray… he had sat there so often that the smell that once used to make him want to regurgitate his morning breakfast was now something all too ordinary to him. 

On a desk with various tiny shards and machine parts sat Ray, his school uniform all dirty with splatters of blood in some areas that were really not that visible due to his black school uniform. With a blank yet sad expression on his face, He used his telekinesis ability to meticulously put every part in the correct place with incredible speed and accuracy.