Joe knew his life went rock bottom the moment he caught himself becoming an art teacher at a high school.

He sighed to himself as he greeted the students he would be teaching - worst of all, he seemed to have caught a tiny obsession on a student that came in.

Not very squeaky clean of him…

He cleared his throat and spoke to the students with a projecting soft voice since it wasn’t a lot of students.

“Good morning,” Joe greeted as always, tiny smile on his face. “We’ll be using red paint only. Any shade of red is allowed, no other colors being added to the pallet, unless needed to mix for darker or lighter shade.”

How did he find himself in this situation? Joe wasn’t sure but it was a big no-no considering the ages.