“Hey!! How’s it going, Kyle?!” Said his friend walking torwards him.

“Good! You?” Said Kyle. He organized his locker in the way that he liked. He wore a black unzipped hoody as well as black jogging pants. His brown hair was put down in front of his face, over his forehead. His dark brown eyes glimmered in the uneven light of the school hallways.

“I’m great!” Said Timothy, giving him a big smile.

“How so?”

“Well, first of all because your here, and second of all because I have a pizza for lunch!”

“Cool! Wouldn’t be so sure about the first one but I have a sandwich for lunch.” Said Kyle standing in front of his locker.

“Of course my first reason to be happy is that you’re here. You think of me as your friend, when no one else does!” Said Timothy shoving his back pack in his locker without organizing his school supplies.

“Great! Yeah, I do. What do you think of me?” Asked Kyle curious.

“I think you are the best caring person ever, you are also my best friend.”

“Wow, thanks. Well, I’m gonna to go to class, you coming?”

“Yeah, just a second.” Timothy picked a few books from his locker and followed Kyle to class.