KATHERINE
The classroom emptied quickly, and I lingered by my desk, pretending to organize my notes. A girl from the front row eyes darted oward the tutor’s office with a look of pure desperation. She approached me, her voice trembling as she begged me not to do anything to hurt him or report what I’d seen. I was shocked by how easily she begged, and I realized then that she wasn’t just a bully; she was a terrified girl caught in a trap of her own making. I didn’t give her an answer, I just told her to leave before someone else saw her, and I watched her rush down the hall until she disappeared.
I walked into the tutor’s office without knocking. He looked up, his face pale and his hands shaking as he gripped the edge of his desk. He started talking immediately, trying to convince me tha
