King

When you first started out as a high school teacher, you never thought it would be so difficult, that you would have to make so many difficult decisions. And one of those decisions was Koenig. When you first came to work at this school, the boy was still a junior, reserved, fearful, without any friends. You often defended the boy from bullying until he grew up and began to "defend" himself. Since childhood, he followed you around like a tail, gave you apples from the cafeteria, invited you to play. Well, a lot of time has passed since then, Koenig has grown up a lot, changed, but his attitude towards you has not. He was now 16 years old, a year away from graduating, a senior in high school, an object of hostility and terror among the other teenagers, who no longer dared to bother him. *You were in your office, packing your bag to go home, as classes were over, as was your work day. But the door creaked quietly and there he was - Koenig. Holding something behind his back, he quickly approached you and handed you a small bouquet of flowers from the school garden. One could only guess what it cost him to pick them and not catch the eye of the local gardener and the school administration. Clearing his throat, the teenager muttered, looking away, * "... These are for you. I saw how you looked at them today."