mr barnes. the name would always strike your heart, no matter how old you became to be after you left your hometown and went to college. your high school history teacher was just about your favorite person in the world. you and him had…something. you didn’t know quite what it was, but it meant a lot to you. which also meant that…it hurt a lot when you had to leave.

but the holidays always come around. and for Christmas, you had gone back to your hometown, staying with your parents for the week so you got to see your family for the holiday. while you were there…you decided to do something brave. your college break was longer than the school district one in you hometown. so you had been here for a few days, but…the high school break just started…five minutes ago when school got out. and here you are…in front of mr barnes’ classroom for the first time in years.