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she yelled. The other students stopped taking their test and looked at the two of them.
    â€œAmber, come to my desk and bring me the paper or gather your things and prepare to go to the principal’s office.”
    â€œI didn’t cheat!” Amber yelled.
    When she yelled, a cold chill went over Misha. What she heard was a call for help. She looked at Amber and saw a man, an older man, with his arms wrapped around her and Amber struggling to get free. She shook her head, trying to get the scene out of her mind.
    â€œAmber, what did you say?” Misha asked, coming to her senses.
    â€œI didn’t cheat. It was a phone number for this guy I know. That’s all. See? Here it is,” she said, running to the desk, handing Misha the folded paper.
    When she handed the paper to her, Misha saw the scene again. She sat at her desk with a blank stare on her face. She looked deeply into the brown eyes of Amber and she could see her life as clear as if it were a movie. What she saw frightened Misha.
    â€œMs. Holloway? Ms. Holloway? Are you okay?” Bethany tapped Misha on the shoulder to get her attention.
    â€œWhat? I’m fine. You two go back and finish your test.”
    Both girls walked back to their desks and slightly laughed, thinking they got away with cheating. Misha knew they were cheating. But, there was something much larger going on with Amber and she knew it. She could feel it in her soul. She didn’t know what to do about it. Amber was one of the most popular girls in the school. She was a cheerleader, a member of the student government, and in the honor society and numerous other organizations. She even managed to volunteer at the local hospital. She was from a wealthy family and she had received numerous awards and scholarships to go to college and she was only a junior. Misha continued to stare at Amber until the end of the class.
    â€œAmber, can I see you?”
    â€œI didn’t cheat, Ms. Holloway,” Amber said, placing her test on the desk.
    Misha waited for the class to empty into the hallway and she closed and locked her door so the next class would not come in. There was a knock on the door and Misha told the students to wait outside.
    â€œAre you okay?” Misha asked.
    â€œI’m fine. I think I missed two on the test. I got a little confused about number six and fifteen. I think I did well though. I’m glad you put that extra credit question on the test. I really need it.”
    â€œHow’s everything at home?” Misha sat at her desk, looking at Amber—her hair long and blond, her skin tanned from the tanning bed she had bragged about having at home.
    â€œAt home? Everything’s great. We’re planning a trip to Aspen this Christmas. I can’t wait. I love going there.”
    â€œNo, really. How are you? Has anyone been . . . been . . .”
    â€œBeen what?”
    â€œHas anyone hurt you?”
    â€œHurt me how?”
    Misha saw the curious look on her face and realized the young girl had no idea what she was talking about. “I want you to know you can talk to me about anything, okay?”
    â€œSure, whatever. I’m going to be late for my next class. Can you give me a note?”
    Misha wrote Amber a note and allowed her next class to come into the classroom. After handing out the test to the next class, she settled in to grade papers, but she could not shake the feeling she had about Amber. What she saw in Amber’s eyes terrified her.
    At the end of the day, Misha decided to stay longer at the school to grade her papers from the day’s tests. She didn’t want to go home anyway. All she would do at home was think about Roger. She was still upset about everything he had done, or not done, since she spoke with Bishop Moore. Just as she started to get upset, there was a knock at her door. It was Principal Davis.
    â€œMs. Holloway, is everything all right?” He noticed her wiping her