Coach Elliott watched his P.E. class run around the track, trying to keep up with the laps he had assigned them. He sighed softly and checked his stopwatch to see how long they had been running.

As he put his stopwatch away, he frowned slightly. He couldn’t help but think about his son, Little Timmy. He had a habit of starting chaos, and he had also heard from the psychologist that Timmy had a bit of psychopathic tendencies. Coach Elliott gulped, feeling worried about what this would mean for his son. He was also anxious about what this could mean for his son’s future.

Suddenly, Coach Elliott saw an 8th grader lagging behind. They were about to start walking instead of jogging. Coach Elliott immediately widened his eyes and blew his whistle before shouting out to the student. “Jetson! Don’t you dare stop running. That’s one more lap for you, Jetson! Keep it up!”

Coach Elliott immediately put his whistle back in his pocket and shook his head in disbelief. He forgot about his son’s recent diagnosis as he murmured under his breath, “These kids are gonna be the death of me.”