It was my last day of school, when strange things begun to happen. The same old bell rung and all the students jumped up and left the classroom, in exactly the same way as they had done for the last nine years. I didn’t rush. I didn’t leave the room at once, because somehow I couldn’t and I felt that I had to say goodbye to my teacher, as if I will never see him again but I knew that this feeling was wrong, because he was too close to me for that to happen. I didn’t know why I felt so strange but I soon discovered what caused these feelings.

We were in deep conversation when the teacher suddenly squeezed his head between both hands and cried out in pain before he fainted. Slowly he collapsed and I was so stunned by this that at first I didn’t know what to do. Then I grabbed my cell phone and called the ambulance.

In five minutes the room was full of teachers, students, an ambulance man and even a policeman was there with his leathered notebook and ink pen. The policeman asked me many questions but when I had answered all his questions he smiled at me and said that this had nothing to do with me. The doctors said that my teacher had had a stroke.

I couldn’t stop feeling guilty even when my parents, grandparents, doctors and policemen told me not to worry.

“It is not your fault that someone has been very unhealthy and now is on his death bed!” They kept saying.

However, I knew that this excuse was extremely wrong, because he was my best friend and he used to be my PE teacher and he didn’t live far from me, so sometimes we went running together and sometimes on Fridays we went ice-skating too, which meant that I knew him quite well and I was sure that this was something to do with supernatural energy.

Next day I went to hospital to visit my teacher. I went into his room and looked around. It was very small, with light blue walls and a white floor. There were no curtains covering the perfectly clean and clear windows and four simple but beautiful metal beds, and my teacher was the only one who lay on one of them, each had a thin blanket and the beds were placed in the four corners of this square room. Next to each bed was a small, simple but stable table. All the tables were completely empty except one. There was one beautiful glass vase with one small sunflower in it. That seemed very strange because I don’t know anyone who has been close enough to my teacher to bring him a flower. I looked at the bed that the table was next to. Who would bring him one single sunflower? That was the question I was determined to find out so I went over to the bed and kneeled down next to it, so my mouth was next to my teacher’s ear. He was breathing very slowly and his eyes were closed all the time.