Darren Straightened Out His Blue And Black Sweater Before He Entered His First Class Of The Day. He Couldn't Be That Late... It Was Only 10 Minutes Past The Bell, A New Record For Him In That Past Month.
Anyway, The Teachers Should Be Used To Him Turning Up Late By Now, It Had Been At Least A Month Since It Had Started.
He Mumbled Sorry As He Took His Place At The Back Of The Class. Mr Weaver Ran His Hand Through His Greying Hair. Every Time Darren Came In Late He Would Wonder Why, But He Knew That Darrens Mother Had Died Only A Month Before, But He Could Never Work Out Why That Made Him Late... Maybe He Was Just Struggling With Everything.
Darren Had Started Looking More And More Tired Over The Past Weeks. Mr Weaver Decided He Shouldn't Get Involved, If Darren Wanted To Talk To Someone, Then He Would, He Just Mustn't Force It On Him.
"Now, Class. Algebra!"

The End

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