Chapter 131 Trap

Miss Davis taught literature at Westbridge Prep when I was there.

Fresh out of uni, looked about twenty. Always wore long white dresses. Thick brown braids. Smelled like toner and rosemary. Carried a canvas tote with busted straps and wrote in red pen, not green like the others.

She wasn’t scared of Isobel Brooke.

The other teachers acted like they couldn’t see a girl getting shoved into lockers. Miss Davis dragged Isobel into her office every other week and gave her a talking-to.

It didn’t stop everything, but it kept Isobel on a shorter leash.

When I reported Isobel to the police, the school freaked.

Only one teacher backed me up.

The rest kept their mouths shut and stuck to the script: ‘Just kids being kids.’

The case was dropped after my parents took the Brookes’ money.

Miss Davis left a month later.

Rumour said she’d been fired.

I never saw her again.

After uni, I tried to track her down.

But Davis was a common surname, and there were simply too many of them online.