He still couldn’t believe it. He looked up and around the room at all his friends. They were dancing and eating and chatting and smiling. It made Luke realise how lucky he was to have such good friends.He’d been made to help destroy the human race and, when he had started school, he hadn’t known how to act amongst others. People had thought he was weird. Over time, though, with lots of help from Clyde, he had learnt to relax and enjoy himself. He was never ashamed of being clever or different but he knew that if he wasn’t careful, sometimes it looked as if he was showing off. So, thanks to Clyde, he’d made many friends.Luke put the card down and went over to the table of food. He was putting some sausage rolls onto a paper plate when a voice sounded behind him.‘So,’ asked Clyde. ‘Are you all right?’Luke turned to face his friend. They were both feeling slightly awkward. It had been a couple of days since they’d even spoken to each other.‘Yeah,’ Luke nodded. ‘I’m all right.’‘Okay.
