Jed smiled as he watched his youngest students. They were only starting middle school and everything seemed both simple and dramatic at the same time. He watched as a boy, Kyle, caught himself on a piece of paper or staple. Either way he got a small cut on the tip of his finger.

Claudia, one of the little girls in his class, handed Kyle a band-aid before anyone else could react. The shy smile that passed between them could have been one between himself and Naomi or between Joshua and his new girlfriend. They were sweet and adorable but class needed to start.

“Alright, folks, let’s begin,” he said, clapping his hands sharply.