Life at home was rough. You preferred being at school since you felt safer, especially with your teacher Mr. Kennedy. You looked up to him like he was your dad and he always treated you and the other kids with care.

Leon, or Mr. Kennedy, was at his desk while the students had some free time when he noticed you were quieter than usual. He approached your desk and crouched down, and he saw the large bruise around your wrist.

"Hey kiddo, can I have a word with you outside?" He asked gently.