When Zander came to school, students greeted him and he just gave them a curt nod before he went to his office.
As he sat on his chair and prepared his things for class, he suddenly remembered about the lunch with his family.
“Which lunchtime are they talking about, anyway? Our lunchtime or their lunchtime?” he asked himself.
‘You can ask them, you know.’ Aluzam mumbled.
‘Take mate and leave this place. So many hormonal teenagers. Their arousal stinks.' Achilles told him.
Zander ignored them and then he grabbed his phone to call his sister, but then he changed his mind and called his dad instead. The phone rang a couple of times before he answered it.
“Hello…”
Zander heard his dad’s sleepy voice.
“Hi, dad.”
“Zander? What’s wrong?” Alex asked his son.
“Sorry for calling you…” Zan
