Chapter Twelve : Chapter Thirteen Essay
Unconditional love (noun): “And at nap time, when we would sleep next to each other. And our teacher thought that was the cutest thing, how I would cuddle up next to you and say you were my big brother. And you agreed just so I didn 't have to move. All the substitute teachers didn 't get it, how two 5yr old 's could be that close. Or how when I left early for a doctors appointment you would come with me because our parents knew each other and you didn 't want me to cry. And every one knew we were best friends, or maybe more than that? All I know is, I 've loved you since we were kids.”
The next four months went by quickly, and soon enough, I got to leave the school. Telling my classes that I was leaving was definitely an experience.
"Sir, is it true that you 're leaving? My older brother said that you were" a kid from my year seven English class asked.
I sighed. "Yeah, I 'll be going."
"Did you get fired?" Another student asked.
I shook my head, chuckling. "No, I 've just decided that it 's time for me to do something else with my life."
"You do realise that you might not see Mr Fletcher much anymore, right?" Sarah asked, making me smile.
"I think that my career doesn 't affect Mr Fletcher" I told her.
At the end of that lesson, Rose walked up to me. "So, it 's true you 're leaving?"
I nodded, making her frown. "When?"
"Next week" I replied, watching her frown deepen.
"Okay, I just want you to know that you 're the best teacher I 've…