The History Boys
::as requested by pim2005::
Posner had never been on the back of Hector’s motorbike. They stood there in the school hall, full of boys and old boys and staff and parents, and they sang, but all Posner could think of was that he had never been on the back of Hector’s motorbike. It seemed so unfair. He’d never had anyone… well… you know. He might have enjoyed it. The others didn’t seem to have minded it very much, and Posner found himself resenting Hector, even as he sang for him.
Why hadn’t he been included? Why was he different? Posner sang, and Posner wondered. Was it because he *was* different? Because he mightn’t have minded? Maybe Hector had liked knowing that the others would stop him, that they would never take him seriously.
Posner sang and Posner wondered if, one day, he might be like Hector.