“Mfanwy, Mfanwy Morgan, could I have a word please?”
Why was Miss B calling me Mfanwy?
“Sure Miss Bell, what’s up?”
“Could you follow me please?”
Oh-oh, am I in trouble? What’s wrong now?
I followed Miss B into a conference room. As soon as I entered, on the opposite side of the room, I saw the three boys that assaulted me last week in the boy’s loo, standing by the blackboard, looking uncomfortable. I froze in place with a terrified look on my face. I was just about to turn and run when Miss B gently grabbed me and led me the rest of the way into the room. I noticed six other adults I didn’t recognize, sitting around the table in the center of the room. I assumed them to be the parents of the three boys. Miss Cowlishaw and Mr. Pilling were there also.
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