Within minutes, the school’s carefully polished facade began to crack.
The principal arrived first, breathless and visibly irritated—until he saw the scene. Then came the shift. Calm, controlled, rehearsed. He tried to usher me into his office, to “discuss this privately,” but I refused. Not this time.
“No,” I said firmly. “We’re staying right here. And the police are on their way.”
His eyes flickered, just for a moment—but I caught it. Fear. Not shock. Not confusion. Fear.
That was when I knew this wasn’t an isolated incident.
