2.3

The bell rang.

I was wearing a black jacket and a white shirt with jeans. She was wearing a black blouse and a knee long skirt that was really tight. It was so distracting that I spent the entire way looking at either the road or her dress.

We were at the front door of the 'Turners'. The boy's name was Willy Turner and he was acting weird for about a month then. The parents asked the school for help but when the school failed to do so they preferred to have him at home rather than outside.

Rose asked the principal if she could help the child and we got our chance.

"yes..."—a middle aged women of about 38.

"Hello Mam we are from William's school and we are here about the session, I am Rose And This is my associate Adam."---Rose.

I smiled when she looked at me. I tried to make it less creepy.

"Okay...come in please."—women.

"willy has not set a foot outside ever since the school asked me come and take him home when he...well...that is known to all of us what happened."—women.

"yes...off course."—rose.

We walked up the small stairs and stopped in front of a white door. The sign on the door said 'do not enter without asking', and a couple of action figures sketches among other things.

The women knocked the door gently,

"willy there are some people who want to see you...they are from the school...can you please open the door?"—women.

"I don't want to see anybody."—A voice from other side of the door.

"Look Willy we are here to help you. Please let us in we will only talk."—rose.

There was moment of silence.

"Are you the history teacher miss?"—the voice from other side of the door.

"yes...yes...I am. Can you let us in?"—Rose.

"Okay (laughs)."—the voice.