The Day Everything Changed In Room 207

most days, the kind of kid you wouldn’t notice unless he was missing. He had this mop of curly hair and always wore old sneakers that flapped at the heel.

“Please stop,” Darius said, voice shaking. “That’s her private stuff.”

The teacher blinked like she couldn’t believe someone dared speak. “Darius,” she said, sweet and sour at the same time, “are you continue reading …