I sat down in my final class. The bell rang. "All right class, take out your notebooks." A british accent said. I looked up to see Mr. Kirkland, Alfreds brother. We started writing, fifteen minutes later, Lukas walked in. "Sir you're late." Mr. Kirkland said firmly. "Who cares." Lukas muttered. "Take a seat." Lukas stood, "Which one..?" Mr. Kirkland looked around. "Sit next to Mathias please." Lukas slid down into the seat next to me. "Hello." I whispered. He looked at me "Hey." He said, his eyes softening. "I'm Mathias." "Lukas." He said offering his hand for me to shake. I took it. His hand was warm. "Ok students, open your history books to page 189, Scandinavian History. Lukas's eyes locked with mine and I realized that my hand was still in his.
