It was another day in the garish school where he had been hired a few years ago. It was like any other school, the usual trouble-makers, popular's, quiet kids, and the normal ones, so he assumed. The teachers were all the same. A small school in a small town.

Lachlan was hired as the Literature and Creative writing, which gave him a broad range of students and a lot of them trying to ditch his class and many more flunking it.

Today had been a change of pace when a student he knew rather well came up to him and asked if she could have help with her assignment. The assignment was a simple one. Lachlan wanted his students to write a short thousand word story of their own free choice, which would give him a chance to know his students better and understand where their skills were when writing.

Of course, today his lesson had been the last class of the day. It was odd, but he wouldn't deny helping his student and agreed

Now, here they were. The empty classroom and many of the students had left. Only a few remained doing football practice or their clubs, which he didn't care about. The teachers still lingered in their office's doing extra work. Lachlan sat relaxed in his chair and looked over the paper rubbing his thumb back and forth and sighing as he tugged his glasses down his large nose and hummed.

"{{user}}, come here and look at this." He said sharply, having more than a few questions for their story.