Mr. Richardson goes to Mr. Perkinson's office near in the basement when school ended. When he knocked on the door, Mr. Perkinson opens it. "Good afternoon Mr. Richardson," he said.
"How you do?" Mr. Richardson asked.
"Great, what can I help you with today?" He asked.
"Can I come in," Mr. Richardson asked.
"Sure," he said.
Mr. Richardson came in, and sat down and looks around the room. "So can I help you with anything?" He asked, taking a seat as well at his desk.
"Yes you can actually. I'm here to get something straight, and we may have a big problem in the school that needs addressing," Mr. Richardson said.
"Oh God, and who is this concerning? I can help," he said.
"Martia Agarwal," Mr. Richardson.
Mr. Parkinson went silent for a moment and begin talking. "Martia Agarwal, the foreign student in my class?" He asked, having a curious expression on his face.
"Yes," Mr. Richardson said.
"Is she okay?" He asked, acting as if he is concerned.
"No. She's dead," Mr. Richardson said.
"Oh God, what happened?" He asked.
"She committed suicide in public, she put herself at risk in the street wanting a car to hit her, and God it did," Mr. Richardson.
"Aww geez," he said.
Mr. Richardson observes Mr. Perkinson's demeanor.
"That poor family must be going through a lot," he said, trembling his head.
"Yeah, a hell of a lot," Mr. Richardson said.
"Hmm," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Now I want to ask you something," Mr. Richardson said.
"Yeah anything," he said.
"Did you have any personal relationship with Martia outside of class?" Mr. Richardson asked.
"What? Noo, why you say that? Mr. Richardson come on, and where is this coming from?" He asked being in denial.
"I asked you the question. Now did she always come here to meet you after class?" Mr. Richardson asked firmly
"Yes to discuss about her work because she was slacking in her assignments," he said.
"I see," Mr. Richardson said, still giving him a straight face. "Are you sure you didn't know her far from school?" Mr. Richardson asked.
"I am positive, I never get into my student's personal lives, that's against our school policy, you know that?" He said being certain.
Mr. Richardson stands up. "It sure is, and Mr. Perkinson let me be very straight forward with you. You're right, that is against our school policy, and if I find out you have been around your students personally, I will have you clean out your classroom desk, you got that?" Mr. Richardson demanded.
Mr. Perkinson swiftly gets up from his seat. "Mr. Richardson? But..." Mr. Richardson cuts him off.
"Save it, I don't wanna hear it, you got the message, now good day," Mr. Richardson said, strolling out of his office.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
Co-author Mansi Rupesh More
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