James wished he could retaliate. He also wished he could walk with them. He imagined running and jogging and jumping and kicking a ball. But because of his situation, he could not.

Billy’s giant of a mother entered the room and ignored James. She said to Billy, "You’re coming to the shop with me now, so no arguments!"

Billy scowled, but gave in.

As they left, James realised he wasn’t that badly off after all, then he swam to the back of his tank.

NOTES:
Well, it was hardly going to be Shakespeare in 100 words, was it? I remember Mr Reeve telling me he'd read it to his first year English class, and someone reporting how a certain Mr David Standen (who got back in my good books when he let me use the paper shredder and is now a priest, I gather) spent some of his A-Level Ancient History lesson mocking it. Ah, well, at least I'd finally reached an audience.