The only thing Luke could look forward to when going to school was Timothy. Luke hated hated teaching. Especially the year 9's.
"Would they actually ever shut up?" Although he would never leave while Timothy. It was the only thing distracting him from his sad, lonely life. He moved away from his family at nineteen, and the person he had in his life was his cat, Mr Stanley. And Timothy. So, as he resentfully dawdled to his classroom, he thought about the times he'd pass Timothy in the quad. So, imagine his happiness when he passed Timothy on the way to his classroom. Timothy only nodded at Luke as he was in a rush but it put Luke in a good mood. Even the fact that he had the year 9's first period didn't put him in a bad mood. He taught Geography without yelling too much. It was as if just seeing Timothy brightened his day. So when the bell went for recess one, he straightened his favourite blue shirt, and went down to the year 7 area where he ran into Timothy.
"Oh, I thought I was on duty." Timothy said.
"No, no. It's okay, I got it. I finished the papers early anyway." Luke replied. And as if it was in slow motion, Timothy raised his hand and put it on Luke's shoulder.
"Thanks, man." He said. Luke smiled widely, forming a double chin. Timothy's smile faded.
"Uh, yeah, I'm gonna go." Luke stayed like that for a while, smiling. Then he saw a girl with short brown hair come up to him.
"Cheasel Weasel." She said. Then walked away.
