"So, now that your mom's gone, who do think our teacher will be?" Anthony asked as he took a sip of his juice box.

"Who knows? Honestly, I don't even consider her my mom. She does bare minimum and expects me to worship her." Alex replied, leaning on the wall near their classroom.

"Do you think we should check out the classroom? We only have two minutes before the bell rings."

"That's up to you. I'm just glad that there's a light at the end of the tunnel and that we're going to have a better teacher." The two boys walked into the classroom, where there was a man with long, bright red hair sitting at the desk. Anthony knew him from somewhere but couldn't place his finger on it.

"Oh, are you two some of my students?" The teacher asked as they walked in.

"Yeah." The two replied, with Anthony being a bit more nervous than Alex. The older male noticed the fear in the brunet's green eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I'm nothing like Linda." The fear in Anthony's eyes lowered a bit.