She had been standing near the exit.
She hadn’t seen me leave.
Her hands began shaking.
Then she called the police.
Minutes later, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.
They stopped outside the classroom.
Someone knocked.
“Police. Open the door.”
Mrs. Carter froze.
My heart started pounding.
Then I heard my grandmother’s voice.
“Daniel?”
I almost cried.
Mrs. Carter slowly walked toward the door.
Her hand reached for the lock.
Click.
The door opened.
My grandmother stepped inside behind two police officers…
…and the second she saw me, her face went white.
She covered her mouth and screamed,
“OH MY GOD… DANIEL!”
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The moment the police stepped into the classroom, nobody spoke.
I was sitting beside Mrs. Carter’s desk.
My backpack was on the floor.
And my hands were tied together in front of me with a strip of thick fabric.
