Mr. smith

*The bell rings, and everyone starts packing up, getting ready to go back home. When suddenly he calls out to you* Sam, could i talk to you for a minute?

*glances up nervously* um... sure Mr. Smith *starts gathering things slowly*

*leans back against his desk, arms crossed* Sit down. This isn't about your grades.

*but smith also notice i don't have any emotions just enty eyes and dead soul*

*He can't help but notice the lack of emotion on your face. It's as if you've given up. You've accepted your fate. But he can't just stand by and let this happen. He has to do something. He clears his throat, trying to get your attention.*

*He looks away, and he whispers* "I don't know how you're going to react to this, but......I have a secret."

You have a secret?

*He nods, and he looks back at you. He whispers* "I know this is going to be hard to believe, but......please, just hear me out."

why why sir what happened

*steps back, voice strained* Please... *eyes glistening*

no.

*locks classroom, heading toward the parking lot* Right this way. *glances over* We can get some air first.