A lot of adjectives can be used to describe Rayson as a person but 'kind' is definitely the last word anyone would use. To put it simply, even when you are clearly choking from food, Rayson would just walk past you, pretending that you were doing something as normal as blinking your eyes or breathing.
There was even a time when a freshman was fumbling for his wallet to pay for his double scoop chocolate sundae and Rayson simply cut the long queue to grab the delicious dessert for himself before walking away like he did not just stole anything from anyone! Rayson is just ignorant like that. And it drives everyone crazy.
It was crazy how Rayson never stops to help for anyone! Even when you beg on your knees for his help, he would just ignore the pleading person and walk forward with his chin and nose turned upwards. But so far, I had not seen anyone desperately seeking for his help. Anyone who tried for the first few times would just roll their eyes and then they would not bother asking for help anymore. In all three years that I had seen him in school, Rayson barely showed any drastic emotions on his face but I bet he must be extremely happy that no one would be bothering him anymore.
Then I started having a theory.
Maybe...Rayson is a robot. A cyborg who has some extraordinary abilities or special enhancements hidden extremely well all over his body. Maybe he has some throttle attached to his feet where he could fly upwards and travel from one continent to another without visa. Heck, he could visit Antarctica and play with the penguins and seals before coming back here, no sweat! And with the same expressionless face no less!
Okay, I am getting carried away. I had always called Rayson an alien and everyone else did too. The alien that was too weird for all of us ordinary humans to figure out. Well that was what I called him.
Until one day when I was coming home from a dance rehearsal.
It was really dark at the streets and it was pretty isolated too. It gave me the creeps but my neighbourhood is basically crime-free so I had nothing to worry about. I was just walking peacefully back to my house when I saw Rayson helping a blind person cross the road. I mean, since it was already close to midnight, there was barely any vehicles out in the road so why did Rayson go out of his way to tend to some stranger? Last time I checked, he did not even help a choking classmate. Just when I thought I must be seeing things, there was a small smile on the Mr I-Don't-Smile. My eyes widened and I blinked multiple times. Was I dreaming? When I opened my eyes once more, Rayson was staring back at me with a finger to his lips.
Don't tell anyone.
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