And How Not to Lose a KidMy class sat on the rug in front of the calendar. A student led the calendar count. We were deep into ten frames when Mr. Hewitt, the lead teacher, (aka vice-principal) walked in.
“May I see Drew?”
I scanned the room but didn’t see Drew anywhere. I saw him this morning, didn’t I? Or was I thinking of yesterday? “He must be at breakfast.”
Mr. Hewitt whispered. “He had trouble on the bus this morning, and he knows I’m coming to talk to him. I’ll go look for him.” Mr. Hewitt left for the cafeteria with a clipboard in hand.
A couple minutes later he returned. “Drew isn’t in the cafeteria, library, or gym. Could he be hiding?”
I checked the closet, the bathroom, and all the nooks-n-crannies in the classroom. No Drew.
Stomach acid threatened to eek its way up through my esophagus. Where was Drew? Continue reading