1974. LUKE IS 18, DAISY 17, AND BO 16. And as usual I don't own these fine characters (accept for the losers that i made up like the school teachers and random kids)

The three Duke cousins were in school. Luke was in Algebra II class, Daisy was in physics class, and Bo was in English class.

"Now students," Mr. Beecher began, "Todays vocabulary list is on the board. I would like a volunteer to read it please." The whole class was silent; Mr. Beecher was a terror. "I'll just have to pick someone then. Lillian Caddel, please come to read them." Lillian approached the black board.

"Derogatory, Incongruous, Tumult, Stringent, Preclude, and Admonish." Lillian returned to her seat.

"Thank you, Lillian." Mr. Beecher graced. "Now we will-" Mr. Beecher stopped when Bo's hand shot up. "Yes, Beauregard?"

"I left my inhaler in my locker. Can I please go get it?" Bo asked.

"Do you really need it right now?" Mr. Beecher was quite sick of Bo's asthma interrupting his classes.

"Now now but, the doctor says I should have one with me at all times." Bo replied.

"You can get it later, Beauregard." Mr. Beecher replied, sternly.

"Quit calling me Beauregard." Bo rolled his eyes.

"That's your name, Beauregard." Mr. Beecher stood up.

"Everyone just calls me Bo cause everyone knows I hate my name." Bo retorted.

"Are you going to challenge me?" Mr. Beecher pulled his glasses down.

"If you keep calling me Beauregard!" Bo marched over to Mr. Beecher's desk.

"Fight, fight, fight!" The kids chanted.

"We are not going to fight, that would be childish." Mr. Beecher insisted, knowing that the 16-year-old could knock him silly with one punch.

"Return to your seat, Beauregard." Mr. Beecher grinned and pointed to Bo's desk.

"Alright!" Bo sat back down. Mr. Beecher stood up to pass out the tests.

"Some of you did very well on this test." Mr. Beecher smiled at all of the nerds. "As for the rest of you…" He glared at the rest of the class. "You did a miserable job." After he had handed out all of the tests, he sat back down and began lecturing the students on how badly they had done.

Uncle Jesse is gonna skin me alive! I can't afford any more bad grades! Bo thought to himself, looking back at the big F that was staring him in the face.

"You children make it impossible to teach!" Mr. Beecher shouted.

"You make it impossible to learn!" One of the boys piped up.

"To the principals office with you, Josh!" Br. Beecher pointed to the door. Josh shuffled out the door and sarcastically waved at Mr. Beecher as he left the room. "I swear, you kids made me bald before my time!" Mr. Beecher hissed.

"You've been bald since before I was born!" Josh yelled down the hall.

"See what I mean!" Mr. Beecher was furious now. "All of you start writing the vocabulary words on your papers." Mr. Beecher drank some of his coffee and tried to calm himself down.

By this time, Bo was bundle of nerves, fidgeting with his feet and hands, looking at the floor, and breathing hard, not paying attention to what the class had been told to do. He was too busy thinking about what Jesse'd say when he found out that Bo got yet another F in english.

"Beauregard, that means you too!" Mr. Beecher shouted.

"Huh?" Bo looked up at the teacher.

"You weren't listening, were you?" Mr. Beecher sighed.

"Sorry." Bo mumbled.

"Write the vocabulary words, Beauregard!" Mr. Beecher slammed his fist on the desk.

"Alright you don't have to yell! I swear, you have the worst temper of any teacher in this whole school." Bo rolled his eyes.

"One more sassy crack from you, and you're off to the principals office!" Mr. Beecher's face was bright red. Bo began writing the vocab words. His pencil was sweaty from fidgeting with it. Suddenly Bo felt his chest tighten, he knew what was coming next, so he raised his hand.

"What could you possibly want now, Beauregard?" Mr. Beecher rolled his eyes.

"I need my inhaler now, sir." Bo tried to be polite so he could get what he needed.

"You're just trying to get out of doing your work like you always do." Mr. Beecher crumbled a piece of paper.

"Please?" Bo started wheezing.

"Nice, you do a pretty good fake asthma attack." Mr. Beecher didn't even look up from what he was reading.

"Mr. Beecher?" Carl Stoll, one of Bo's friends stood up.

"Yes, Carl?" Mr. Beecher replied.

"He really is having an asthma attack, he can't breathe." Carl looked at his friend, who was growing paler by the second.

"Hogwash." Mr. Beecher declared.

"Please, let me get his inhaler for him." Carl begged.

"No. In fact, I have half a mind to send the both of you to the principals office!" Mr. Beecher yelled.

"I'm so sorry, buddy." Carl whispered to Bo, who looked at him with pleading eyes, then at Mr. Beecher.

"Mr. Beecher, please, he can't breathe!" Carl pleaded.

"Yeah, come on, we all know he has asthma!" Some other kids chimed in.

"He's just a faking, hooking playing, sassy mouthed, brat!" Mr. Beecher retorted.

"I am going to march right out of this class and to the principals office to report you if you don't let someone get his inhaler for him!" Carl shouted at the stout, bald teacher.

"Don't threaten me, boy!" Mr. Beecher stood up. Carl knelt on the floor next to Bo.

"I'm gonna try to help you." He whispered to the semi-conscious Bo.

"Gonna pass out." Bo wheezed, as he collapsed in Carl's arms.

"Mr. Beecher, please!" Carl shouted. Mr. Beecher looked up and saw the situation at hand.

"Alright, fine, get the kid his stupid inhaler!" Mr. Beecher gave in.

"Tommy, would you go get it?" Carl asked his other friend.

"Yeah, sure." Tommy ran to Bo's locker. All of Bo's close friends knew the combo on his lock, so he was able to open it and retrieve the inhaler.

Bo stirred in Carl's arms. "Luke?" He panted.

"Luke ain't here, it's me Carl."

"I can't breathe."

"Tommy went to get your inhaler."

"Where's Luke?"

"In his class, Bo, we're at school." None of the students were paying attention now, they were all worried about Bo. (accept for the bullies, but they never paid any attention anyway.)

Tommy finally came back with the inhaler and tossed it to Carl, who shoved it in Bo's mouth and started to use it.

"Luke?" Bo kept asking.

"Tommy, go get his cousin." Carl ordered.

"No way. One disturbed class is enough." Mr. Beecher stopped him.

"Where am I?" Bo panted, eyes darting around the room.

"At school, Bo." Bo wasn't paying any mind to Carl, trying to break free from the hold he had on him in a desperate search for his older cousin.

"Luke, please help me..." Bo rasped, scrambling in Carl's arms.

"I think he needs to see a doctor, Mr. Beecher." Carl stated.

"Fine. Dump him at the nurse's office, I'm sick of him." Mr. Beecher replied.

"Thank you, sir." Tommy and Carl carried Bo to the nurses office, and Tommy snuck into Luke's 12th grade math class. He opened the door and walked a few steps inside.

"Yes, can I help you?" Mrs. Thompson, the teacher asked.

"Is Luke Duke in here?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, I am, but what are you doing in here, Tommy?" Luke knew most of Bo's friends.

"Bo's having an asthma attack. See if you can't get permission to come to the nurses office." Tommy asked.

"Mrs. Thompson?" Luke looked at his teacher.

"Of course, dear." The kind, old lady smiled. Luke tore down the halls to the nurses office, where the school nurse had an oxygen mask on Bo, who was laying on a table squirming and mumbling his family's names, mainly Luke's, with Carl holding him down.

"I'll take it from here. Thanks." Luke told Carl, who rushed back to class.

"Its okay, Bo, I'm right here." Luke put his hands on Bo's shoulders. Bo stopped moving and opened his eyes.

Thank God. Bo closed his eyes again when he saw that Luke was indeed there.

"We need to keep him calm so his breathing can get better." The school nurse told Luke.

"Shouldn't he be sitting up?" Luke asked the nurse.

"Usually that's the best position, but he's too weak and delirious." She replied.

"I can't breathe." Bo panicked.

"It's alright, cousin." Luke put a hand on the side of Bo's neck. "Deep, slow, breaths." Luke instructed. Bo did as he was told, and soon he was breathing much better.

"Luke?" Bo asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I take off the mask now?" Bo gestured toward the itchy oxygen mask.

"Ya better leave it on for a few minutes, Bo."

Several minutes later, the nurse removed the mask and told Bo to sit up.

"What happened?" Luke asked.

"Mr. Beecher wouldn't let me get up to get my inhaler from my locker."

"Why, that low down dirty polecat!" Luke stamped his foot on the floor. "Thats why you always need to have one on you."

"I know, I just forgot." Bo looked at his feet.

"You should be alright now." The nurse smiled.

"Thanks a heap." Bo stood up, smiling at the pretty nurse.

"What was that you said about your teacher refusing to let you get you inhaler?" She asked before they left.

"Yeah, he's always like that." Bo replied.

"I will speak with the principal about that." The nurse reassured. Both Dukes went to lunch, seeing as how their classes had ended while they were in the nurses office.

Tommy, Carl, and James, Bo friends, approached him.

"Hey, you okay?" James asked.

"I am now." Bo opened his lunch.

"That Mr. Beecher really makes me mad sometimes." Tommy remarked, closing his hand into a fist.

"I mean really, leaving someone to suffocate on the floor?" Carl said.

"Well I'm okay now, and we can't beat him up so, lets stop talking about it?" Bo asked.

"Sure, sorry." James replied.

"Don't be. Ain't your fault." Bo smiled at his friends.

At the end of the school day, the three Duke cousins got into Luke's car and went back to the farm.

"You didn't beg me to let you drive today, Bo." Luke remarked.

"Whats on your mind?" Daisy asked.

"Just that dang Mr. Beecher." Bo replied.

"He's a mean rascal, ain't he? I had him when I was in 10th grade, too." Luke remarked.

"Me, too." Daisy added.

"But neither of you two, have asthma." Bo turned his head towards the window.

"Uncle Jesse says that your father had it as a small child. You ain't the only one in the whole world." Luke patted Bo's shoulder.

"I was supposed to 'outgrow it' the doctors said. Dang it, I'm sixteen and I still have attacks frequently!" Bo was getting frustrated.

"Calm down, you don't want to have another one right here and now." Daisy said.

"That's just it! I can't even get angry at someone without having to worry about suffocating!" Bo shouted.

"Everyone has challenges, Bo." Luke replied.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Bo calmed down, not wanting to hear the lecture.

When the Dukes got home, Bo went straight to Jesse, the easiest time to tell him was right away.

"Uncle Jesse?"

"Hi, Bo how was school?"

"I got another dang F in english." Bo looked at the floor.

"Why don't you pay attention in english class, Bo? All of your other grades are just fine!" Jesse couldn't tolerate any more Fs in english.

"Mr. Beecher hates me." Bo replied.

"Every teenager says that about one teacher or the other." Jesse replied.

"You know what he did today?" Bo raised his voice.

"Don't raise your voice to me!" Jesse shouted.

"Sorry. But do you know what he did?"

"What?"

"I was having an asthma attack and he wouldn't let me or any of my friends get my inhaler from my locker for me. I ended up in the nurses office, you can ask Luke."

"He did that to you?" Jesse shouted.

"Yes sir."

"I'm going down to his house tell him that-"

"The nurse is telling the principal, Uncle Jesse." Bo laughed a little. It was kind of funny when Jesse got like this. He always yelled when he was worried about one of his kids.

"That ain't good enough! I'm going down there right now and tell the principal!" Jesse went out to his truck and drove off.

Well, at least that problems solved! Bo thought to himself as he watched his Uncle drive off.