Chapter 6: John

Pennsylvania, 2018

"Where is my hat? I dropped it on this table."

Maria moved slowly as she spoke to her students. The class was filled with thirty students that were evenly distributed into fifteen girls and fifteen boys.

"Did any of you see my hat?" She asked again as she looked from one drawer to another.

The class was silent. At that moment, It was clear that no one had seen her hat. 

"It is under your desk," a boy said, pointing his finger in the direction he spoke about.

Maria sighed as she picked her hat up, wondering how she had managed to not spot the thing that covered her head throughout the day. Was she turning blind at a tender age? Carefully, she looked up at the boy. He was small and timid.

"Well," Maria sighed. "I suppose you are blessed with a good eye, my child. What is your name?"

"John," the boy replied.

"John who?"

"John Bleat!"

She looked at him as though she had heard the sound of something