Unforgettable (Part 1)

8. Michael

"Okay," Mrs. Franklin begins.

Not okay.

"Now, tell me everything."

I don't have the guts to start the conversation, so I give Joanne a blank look, hoping she will get the message I am trying to convey. Joanne stares back at me with the same expression I gave her. I take a deep breath.

"Clair is b-being v-v-ery...no...severely cyber bullied," I stutter. "So yes, the so called rumours going around are true. Now, unfortunately I didn't know abou-"

"We only knew about the situation early this morning when Josephine emailed us," Joanne interrupts. "So..."

"...We haven't had the chance to call the Police yet," I finish.

"We have not seen Clair at all this morning an-"

"Mr. Roy said she didn't look well this morning," Mrs. Franklin interjects.

I gasp in concern. Mrs. Franklin looks at me, so I quickly turn away.

"Good," Joanne says. "I'm glad I know where she is, sort of."

Mrs. Franklin seems to have ignored Joanne, because she is staring me.

"Are you hiding something from me?" she asks me.

I take a deep breath. "No Miss. But I know for sure the two bullies ha-"

"There are two bullies?!" Mrs. Franklin exclaims.

"Yes, an-"

"Who are they?!"

I absolutely hate it when Mrs. Franklin continues interrupting; I feel like swearing at her.

"I don't know," I mumble.

"HUH?!" Mrs. Franklin shouts.

"I don't know!" I say in a stern voice.

"You must know!"

I sign, and feel the tears well up in my eyes. I don't even possibly know how Mrs. Franklin is Clair's favourite teacher! If I can't even tell Mrs. Franklin my story without getting interrupted, how am I supposed to tell my story?!

"Shehasbeensentadeaththreat!" I say quicker than anticipated.

Joanne steps in and stops Mrs. Franklin from blasting me.

"Clair has been sent death threats," Joanne says. Mrs. Franklin is about to say something to Joanne, but Joanne raises her hand.

"And the bully has actually threatened to kill her today."

Mrs. Franklin continues to stare at both Joanne and myself, shocked. I notice that her bottom lip is quivering. Depression wells up inside me, but I don't want to release it because I need to stay strong. Joanne looks as if she's about to burst into tears too.

"All right..." Mrs. Franklin says shakily.

I decide that I need to be the leader, because I know that no one else wants the dirty work.

"We need to call the Police," I say sternly.