Mark drove like a man possessed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he sped toward Oakridge Elementary. He pulled into the parking lot, barely stopping before jumping out and sprinting through the main entrance.
Secretary: Sir! You can't just run in here! You need to sign in at the front office!
Mark: Get out of my way!
He pushed past the front desk and burst through the hallway doors, his heavy boots echoing on the polished linoleum. He reached Room 104 and threw the door open with a loud bang.
Mrs. Gable: Excuse me! How dare you interrupt my lesson!
Mark: Step away from my son right now!
Mark dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor, pulling Leo into a tight embrace. The boy was trembling, his face pale and wet with tears.
Leo: Daddy! You came! She hit me again!
Mark: I'm here, buddy. You're safe now. Nobody is touching you again.
Mrs. Gable: Your son was being disobedient! I was merely enforcing order in my classroom!
Mark: Enforcing order? You hit an eight-year-old child with a ruler!
Mrs. Gable: This is my classroom, Mr. Miller! You have no authority here! Leave immediately or I will have you removed by security!
Mark: Go ahead and call them. In fact, I'm calling someone else first.
Mark pulled out his phone, dialed three digits, and put the speaker on full volume so the entire room could hear.
Dispatcher: 911, what is your emergency?
Mark: I need police officers at Oakridge Elementary immediately. A teacher just physically assaulted my eight-year-old son.
Mrs. Gable: Hang up that phone right now! You are making a huge mistake!
Mark: I have the whole thing recorded on live video, lady. You're the one who made a mistake.
Mrs. Gable's face drained of color as the words hung in the air, the silence in the classroom suddenly deafening.
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