Chapter 4

Mr.Cleaver was headed in my direction and I tried to back away, but I forgot I was put in a corner. Once he was a few inches in front of me, he kneeled down, turned me around, and cut the rope that tied my arms. He spun me back around to face him and he was reaching for something behind him, it was a ham sandwich, he then reached for the tape that held my mouth and started to peel it away. Once he got the tape off, he said that he didn't want me to go starving and that was all he could get. It was shocking and unbelievable to see that he didn't want me to go hungry. 

As soon as he stood up and left for his desk, I took the sandwich apart to see if he did anything to it, I could never be too careful. He suddenly stopped, looked over his shoulder, and said that he would never do that. I put the sandwich back together and took a bite, he sat at his desk and started to write something on a piece of paper, I wasn't paying attention too much since I was eating the sandwich he gave me. His head suddenly shot up like he had an idea, he looked to me and quickly got out of his seat and rushed out the door. I wondered what he was thinking and went to go do, but didn't think about it too much.

I was almost done with my sandwich and I got curious about what he wrote on that paper. I got up and walked to his desk and saw that it was just a list of reminders to remind him to make homework and do other school-related stuff. I got bored of reading it and went back to finish my sandwich when Mr.Cleaver came into the classroom with a glass of milk, he placed right next to me and then he left back out of the room again. Before he left the room, he looked at me with a smile, a terrifying smile. I started to drink the milk when I felt something from the milk in my mouth, I tried to get it but I swallowed it on accident, a couple of minutes later, I felt drowsy and sleepy, I knew right then and there that Mr.Cleaver put whatever that was in my milk without me noticing. Right before I drifted off, I caught a glimpse of Mr.Cleaver in the doorway holding some type of prescription bottle with that same terrifying smile he gave me before.