In January. In Pittsburgh. Okay,” I gave up and let him leave. I knew he didn’t want to tell me. It may be best just to stay out of it. I wouldn’t have wanted my teachers involved. He clearly didn’t want me to get involved, so I won’t.
The next day he came to school with a giant cut on his forehead and his skin was more black and blue then it’s natural chocolatey brown. A lot of the students questioned him about his injuries, but he told them the same he told me, he fell out of a tree.
I could see the pain lurking in his eyes every time someone addressed the abrasions on his skin. At that moment I realized that sitting and watching when someone is hurt is just as bad as hurting someone, because you’re only instigating the pain. I had to find out what was wrong.
I didn’t want to talk to him again because that’d get me nowhere, so I called up the guidance counselor, Anna Davis. Anna and I have been good friends ever since I started working here, so I knew I could trust her to talk to