Chapter 26

We got to Mr. D's classroom, but it was empty. His door was wide open to let in the fall breeze, his desk lamp was on, and a small stack of essays laid on his desk. There were a few essays sprayed out where he sat, judging by the red marks on them he had already worked through them. "He must be out," George shrugged and sat the stack of papers down on an open spot.

"Yeah, but where would he go?" I asked looking around the classroom. For... I didn't know what. Signs of struggle, or any indication that there had been something wrong.

There was none.

"The teacher's lounge? The bathroom. I'll leave it here. If he doesn't know what it is, which would be impossible, since Mrs. Jenkins' name is written in bold on the first page, I'll just explain tomorrow morning," he turned to walk out, but I kept staring at his desk.

"Hey, you still with me?" George asked, lightly touching my elbow.