Dorianâs mom, Mrs. Fuller, left,â
Mrs. Ramsey said, pressing a button on her office phone.
âHello, Helen. Itâs Karen,â a womanâs voice said. âI donât know whatâs going on up
there at that school, but Dorian hasnât been the same for the past two days. He wakes
up screaming in the middle of the night, and he just stares and mumbles to himself
like something has scared the daylights out of him. Heâs refusing to eat or go anywhere.
Now, if I find out that something has happened to my son at your school, youâre going
to have a serious situation on your hands!â
With a stern look, Mrs. Ramsey said, âNow, Iâm going to ask you again. Is there something
youâre not telling me? Because Iâve known Dorian and his family since he was eight
years old, and nothing like this has ever happened. We are a family here at Finley
Academy, and when one family member is hurt or upset, weâre all hurt and upset. So
tell me exactly what happened between you and Dorian.â
I had to tell her. Maybe, like Denise, she knew that something wasnât right at this
school.
âOkay,â I said, leaning forward. âAfter I spoke with the twins and Dorian, the twins
left the classroom. But there was something in the room besides me and Dorian, like
a shadow figure or something, that was standing behind me. It was as if it was watching
us. Dorian saw it, too.â
âCould it have been your shadow, Mr. Ramirez?â Mrs. Ramsey asked.
âNo! It wasnât!â I responded. âI moved to see if it was my shadow, but it didnât
move. It wasnât my shadow. Like I said, it was as if it was just watching us. Then,
we both saw it move slowly out of the room.â
âAnd it was just you and Dorian in there?â Mrs. Ramsey asked.
âYeah,â I nodded.
âYou know what this sounds like to me?â she asked.
âWhat?â
âThink about it, Mr. Ramirez,â she said, looking into my eyes. âYou and your student
were left in the classroom together by yourselves, and now heâs terrified to the
point of not returning to school.â
âWait! Are you saying I did something to Dorian?â I asked, appalled. Mrs. Fullerâs
message said nothing about meâso why was Mrs. Ramsey saying it was my fault?
âI didnât say anything,â Mrs. Ramsey said, calmly. âYou said that. But if I find
out different, you will be charged and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.â
The bell rang.
My heart pounded, and I could hardly catch my breath. Another panic attack was coming
on.
âNow, get to class,â she said, nastily.
âI had nothing to do with what happened to Dorian!â I yelled.
âGet to class, Mr. Ramirez,â Mrs. Ramsey said, looking back down at her paperwork.
âYou have to believe me!â I told her.
âGet to class, Mr. Ramirez,â she repeated.
I couldnât believe it. She really thought I had something to do with what happened
to Dorian. Or she wanted to pin it on me. Now this was going to spread across the
school and make me look like some type of pedophile. I should have never said anything.
I had to talk to Dorian and Dorianâs mother to clear this up. I wouldnât be getting
any help from Mrs. Ramsey; that much was clear. I walked out of Mrs. Ramseyâs office
and went to Denise. âDenise, you have to help me. You have to call Dorianâs mother
for me and let me talk to her.â
âOkay. Is everything all right?â she asked.
âNo, just do this for me,â I said, impatiently.
Denise scrolled through contacts in her computer, then picked up her phone and dialed
a number. She handed the phone to me. I waited for the ring, but the number wasnât
in service.
âItâs not working,â I told her. âIs there another number?â
âThatâs the only one I have in the
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