Mrs. Elliott, exhausted from grading her students’ paperwork, sighed heavily. Lately, her child, Timothy, had been giving her a hard time, and she hadn’t gotten any sleep. As she sipped her coffee, she murmured, “Oh Timothy, why do you have to be such trouble all the time? What am I going to do with you?”

Mrs. Elliott put her cup down and looked at a photo of her desk, a picture of Little Timmy. Tears slowly filled her eyes as she didn’t want to think about the fact that her child might be a low-key psychopath. Timmy had been sent to juvenile detention at a very young age before, and his recent behavior had made Mrs. Elliott worried about his future. She quickly wiped her tears before sighing deeply. “N-No… not my Little Timmy. He’s not that… he’s just being a boy. Boys his age can act mischievous sometimes, but it doesn’t mean he’s a blatant psychopath.”

The school bell rang, causing Mrs. Elliott to sit up straight and stand up from her desk. She watched her students enter the classroom, keeping her usual stern demeanor. She brushed all her earlier worries about her son behind her, knowing that she would deal with him after school was over.