Hi there!
If you asking how I got this idea... Well, this actually happened. A week ago. My schoolmates may know the real teacher but that doesn't matter here.

I thought, 'maybe should I put this in a story.' and then I started writing. So, yeah. This is two years of my life in a nutshell lol.

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Senior year. You are almost done with secondary school, almost starting with the adult's life. Last year was a rough year, you struggled with depression. But here you are, at this very moment. You're recovering.
Your love for gymnastics is broken by a few persons. You still love it with your heart, it's your passion. Only, you lost your passion by them. They insulted you about your choice. Quitting, which you had to do to save your body and your school year.

That's not the only reason you got depressed. Your beloved grandpa and grandma died within ten weeks. You'd wished you visited more...
There is also a boy in the story, who turned out to be your gymnastics coach. The boy who had fallen for you but yet he raised his walls because this relationship would have been too dangerous.
And you're partly sick. You have kind of a blood disease, your blood can fluid pretty fast.
One teacher knows about this, your math teacher...

The first day of school was okay. Your project teacher wanted to talk to you and your partner about the project. He's also the teacher coordinator of this year.
He talked to you about how to continue. Before you left, he said:" Y/N, I want to talk to you alone, sometimes."
He made an appointment for the next day. "I talk to a lot of people, so don't feel special," he says chuckling. "I don't want to be special," you mumble. He doesn't hear you clearly by saying: "Hmm?" "Nothing," you say rushing out of the classroom.

Chris Hemsworth was his name. He's a biology teacher, mid-thirties. You like him, he was your teacher in the second grade. He's always nice, sweet, polite, and smart.
He wasn't only your project leader, no he became also the leader of Senior year. A person who knows everything about what happens in this year, if someone is dismissed illegally or someone's too late for class. He became the leader because your old leader went off to Europe.

You're waiting for Mr. Hemsworth in the hall. He saw you and sent you a warm smile. "I'll gather my stuff then we go somewhere more private," he says while walking to his classroom. You nod and walk with him.

"Okay, uh. Mr. Hiddleston told me about some students. You are one of them. I'm just checking if you're okay," he says. 'Oh, that's right. Mr. Hiddleston also knew a few things.'
"How are you?" he asks, looking you in the eyes. You hesitate, you don't know when you can trust people. "Sometimes better, sometimes worse," you answer.
He starts to ask questions. You tell him the truth, he's a teacher. You can trust them. "I want you to open up to me," he says suddenly. He's still looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly your head, "that'll be difficult."

"I can go to Mr. Cumberbatch to ask your full story or I'm not," he says. You didn't think it through. "I can tell you," you blurted. The moment you said that you could've facepalmed yourself. "That would be great. It's good you're opening up to me." he gives me an encouraging smile. You smile in an awkward way, not knowing what to do.

A few days later you had a math class. You walk towards Mr. Cumberbatch's desk to ask a math problem. He explains it to you, asking if you understand. ''I wanted you to know that Mr. Hemsworth wanted to talk to me about last year,'' you say after the explanation. ''Wait, what? Last year?'' he furrows his eyebrows. ''Yeah, about the depressing stuff.'' ''Oh, why would he do that? You have to come to me if something's wrong. Not him, he has his own concern for his students,'' he rambles.
''I'm gonna talk to him, it's not his job to do this kind of stuff. How are you feeling?'' he asks, there's his soft spot again. He's a strict teacher, but he's truly a sweetheart. ''Sometimes good, sometimes bad.'' ''Everything okay at home?'' ''Yeah, we have a new kitchen so it's chaotic.'' ''I can tell. At my home, I changed the living room. One big mess,'' he laughs.

The next day you went to his desk again for a mathematical problem. He explains it, you can facepalm yourself because it is very easy. ''Euh, walk with me. Tom has his ears everywhere.'' you nod and walk with him out of class.
''I spoke to Mr. Hemsworth. I think it's not comfortable for you to have so many people who know about you. You speak with me, your mother, and the psychologist. I think that's more than enough. It can't hurt if the subject comes up, but he doesn't have talk to you about this special thing.'' you only nod between his sentences. ''I had another appointment with him, what should I do?''

''Don't go,'' he answers dryly. ''I'll send an e-mail and you are not going.," he states. He gives you a warm smile. ''Come, we go back inside.'' you nod and walk back to your spot. ''Everything okay?'' Y/F/N asks. You nod, ''Yeah, I don't have to go to Hemsworth.''
Mr. Cumberbatch walks around in the class, checking on his students. When he was at your table, he laid his hand on your arm. ''Y/N, always a good worker. Y/F/N is also a good worker,'' he says smiling. ''His hand was warm,'' you laugh. ''Well, I'm glad I'm sitting here,'' your friend laughs.

Mr. Cumberbatch dismisses the class. Standing by the door, he wishes everyone a nice weekend. You and your friend walk past him, greeting him. There it is, his hand on your back again. ''Have a good weekend, Y/N.''
''He likes to lay his hand on my arm and back, doesn't he?'' you laugh with your friend. ''Yes, he does.'' You walk downstairs to your next class, which is biology. Now you have to listen to a very boring teacher. He's nice, but his voice is one thick line.

The next day, you walk with a friend to your locker. You get rid of your stuff and walk to your classroom. But you had to pass the teacher's room and guess who was walking out of it just when you passed it.
Mr. Hemsworth. "Hey, Y/N. I understood that our appointment is canceled? And you know that too?" he asks. Don't get me wrong, he is such a sweetheart. "Yeah," you almost whisper. "Okay, good," he says giving you a smile. You smile back and walk to your art class. 'That was awkward.'

You have to make a linocut, that's means you have to make a stamp. You've made a design, mirrored, and you have to slash stuff out of the lino. That has to be done with a little knife.

(I've made this in my art class)

This is your project you're working on. There are only four weeks left, well only three because your art teacher is a week off to Berlin with a lower class.

Your friend had to go to the teacher coordinator, Mr. Hemsworth, because she needs a letter to be signed. He saw you too and smiles. He talked with your friend and signed the letter.
You already thought to explain the story to Mr. Hemsworth. "Sir? Sir?" you ask. He looks down at you when he was finished talking to your friend.

"Yes?" "I wanted to tell you about the story. I told Mr. Cumberbatch because he's my mentor and then it went from whoo," you say. He nods, "yeah I know. I was just asking if you're okay. It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable and I think Mr. Cumberbatch can help you a lot better than me."
"Yeah, I think he can. Just because he knows me over a year. Not that I trust you." he chuckles, "if somethings wrong you tell Mr. Cumberbatch and to me if you're not coming out of an argument."

"We're okay?" he asks. "We are totally okay!" you say smile. "Great!" he says smiling.