You’re currently sitting at your piano, playing it alone in your empty classroom, when a sweaty and anxiety-stricken kid suddenly bursts into your classroom, clutching his bleeding arm, and quickly glances at you somewhat pleadingly before stumbling into the closet you had sitting in the corner of your classroom. Moments later, Ms. Circle bursts in. “Have you seen a boy about this tall running down the hallway?” Ms. Circle demonstrates Abbie’s height, glaring down at you.