TWISTED BOND

CHAPTER ONE

Stephanie stood at the entrance of Crestview Elementary School. She took her head at the

depreciated state of the haven she had found purpose in. The one's vibrant colors of the

building had faded into a dull lifeless shade. The school had undergone years of neglect and the

evidence wasn't far-fetched. Stephanie shook her head at the sight before her.

Teaching at Crestview Elementary School wasn't just a source of income for Stephanie. The

school, though in its forsaken condition, seemed like a beacon of hope to the kids in that

community, whose parents couldn't afford three square meals. The comfort and future of the

kids were of utmost concern to her. Recounting the countless letters she had sent to various

charity organizations, she sighed as she walked through the creaky doors of the school.

Stephanie made her way to her classroom, Room 12, where a group of third-graders eagerly

awaited her arrival. The whiteboard was broken and stained with faint remnants of ink, and if it

had a voice, it would cry for a change. But they had no choice other than to make do with it, due

to lack of funds.

Good morning, Miss Cole!" The third graders chorused, their faces lighting up at the sight of her.

"Good morning, everyone," she replied, smiling warmly. Oh, how she cherished every one of

them so dearly. "I hope you're all ready for another day of learning and fun."

A chorus of cheers rang through the cracked walls of the classroom. The classroom was a

microcosm of the school itself. The walls were lined with educational posters, though tattered at

the edges, but still vibrant with knowledge. The desks, though wobbly, scratched, and worn,

were arranged in small clusters to encourage collaboration. Despite the dilapidation, Stephanie

had managed to create a space where her students felt safe and inspired.

The lesson for the day was on the solar system. A few minutes into her explanation, a handshot

up in the air.

"Miss Cole, when are we getting the new books? These are all torn," asked Jamie innocently, a

bright-eyed boy with an insatiable curiosity.

Stephanie's heart ached. She sighed in pain, wondering how long they would have to continue

this way. How long they would keep managing such devastating conditions? The school's

budget was stretched thin, and new supplies were a luxury they couldn't afford.

“Jamie dear, please be patient. We have to make the best of what we have for now. The new

supplies are coming but we need to patiently wait for them. But remember, it's not the book that

matters, it's the knowledge inside it.” she said cheerfully, hoping the child felt better that way.

His cheerful nod was enough proof, but not enough to calm her aching heart. She made a

mental note to look into more funding options, even if it meant writing more grant proposals late

into the night.

The day progressed in its usual manner. Recess was spent outside, where the children played

on the limited playground equipment. But the fun of the moment swallowed the limited activities

held.

Stephanie watched from a distance, her mind racing with ideas on how to improve their

experience. She had already reached out to several charity organizations, hoping for donations,

but so far, her efforts had yielded little success. But she was determined. She just wouldn't give

up, until Crestview became what she dreamed it to be.

As the afternoon bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Stephanie began tidying up her

classroom. She collected the students' assignments, carefully stacking them on her desk.

“Do you need any help, Miss Cole?” a voice came from the doorway, distracting her thoughts. It

was Sarah, one of the kids under her care.

Stephanie wore a smile, putting a pause on what she was doing.

“Take care of yourself, Sarah. I'm very fine here.” She replied cheerfully. Sarah nodded, waved

her goodbye, and ran off.

Stephanie retained her smile. She sat down at her desk, her mind wandering to the many issues

the school faced. The roof leaked whenever it rained, the heating system was unreliable, and

there were never enough supplies. She just couldn't stop pondering on the state of the school

and what she could do to help.

She pulled out a stack of envelopes from her bag, each one a letter she had written to various

charitable organizations. She had poured her heart into these letters, detailing the school's

needs and the potential it held. As she sealed the last envelope, she whispered a silent prayer,

hoping for a positive response.

Just then, her phone rang. Taking a look at the caller ID, her smile returned. Her mother always

knew when best to call. She knew she would appreciate whatever support her words provided.

Quickly, she dropped the envelope in her hand and picked up the call.

“Hi, mom. Thank God you called. I'm so tired…”

“Rush home now!” Her mom ordered interrupting her.

Anxiety took over. It was neither the interruption nor the order that got Stephanie worried. Her

mother panted heavily while speaking. Something was wrong.

“What's the matter mo…” the call went dead.

The anxiety worsened, and panic took over. What could be going on? Stephanie couldn't

imagine anything going wrong with her mother. Her mother was her rock. The one reason she

remained sane and determined, despite how discouraging the situation appeared to be. She

had left home this morning, and they two were in high spirits when she left. What could have

occurred???

Refusing to syllogize further, she quickly packed her things and began heading home. In a jiffy,

she had packed up and was rushing out of the school gate.

She lived just a few blocks from the school, in a modest apartment she shared with her mother.

The neighborhood was tight-knit, with everyone looking out for one another. It was this sense of

A community that had drawn Stephanie to Crestview in the first place.

Despite how close her apartment was to the school, as she raced home, it felt like miles away.

She couldn't get her mind off it. What could have happened? Tears threatened to fall but she

fought them back. She needed to be strong, breaking down wouldn't help at this point.

But upon reaching home, she didn't think she could be stronger anymore.