School began the next day. Walking into the building, I felt quite calm, considering the hectic energy surrounding the normal start of the school year. I spent the morning classes going through all my course requirements for the choirs, and playing get-to-know-you games.
Lunchtime rolled around, and my normal smattering of students came back to my room for lunch, including Annabelle and Benji. A few minutes in, Remy entered with a lunch box. An honest-to-goodness metal lunch box. It had Star Trek characters and logos all over it. He found me in my office, where I sat with my school lunch tray, and he closed the door.
“How’s the first day going?” he asked as he opened his lunch box to reveal a neatly packed sandwich, chips, and apple.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Fine. How’s your day going? I
