Terry watched as Pig grumpily left the room, holding a piece of paper. He felt strangely elated to see the bully punished, but also embarrassed. He wanted to impress the art teacher, and definitely didn't want him to remember him by that incident. But he had no idea how to do it. Instead, he got a new page and drew something else, a flower. He hoped Reid would like it.

The bell rung and the class packed up to leave, Terry stayed behind, holding the piece of paper nervously. "Um..." he said in his soft, feminine voice. "Mr Ser... I mean... Reid... Sir, I... I drew you this..." He offered the pencil sketch of a rose, so detailed you could see the dew drops on its delicate petals. "I'm... I... Am happy to be in your class, sir." He smiled at Reid, again thinking of another nickname for the kind man. Angel.