Faith had never been a fan of the moment of silence, especially when it required head bowing. She liked it almost as much as public speaking, which took a close second to eating live cockroaches.
Faith scanned the crowd, looking past the bowed heads to Mary Clark, who was staring blankly at the stage. As quietly as possible, Faith made her way down the stage stairs. She could almost feel Olivia McFaden's disapproval as she sneaked down the side aisle, but Faith wasn't one of the woman's students and, frankly, she had more important things to do than stand in the wings listening to Coach Bob drill students about their safety for the next ten minutes.
Mary Clark stood straighter as she realized Faith was heading her way. If the teacher was surprised to find herself singled out, she didn't show it. As a matter of fact, she seemed relieved when Faith nodded toward the door.
Mary didn't stop in the hallway, but pushed on through the exit before Faith could stop her. She went outside and stood on the concrete pad, hands on her hips as she took deep breaths of fresh air.
She told Faith, "I saw McFaden pointing me out before you started and I was sure she was telling you that she was going to fire me."
Faith thought this was a strange way to open up a conversation, but it seemed like the sort of inappropriate remark she was capable of making herself. "Why would she fire you?"
"My class is too noisy. I'm not strict enough. I don't adhere to the curriculum." Mary Clark gave a forced laugh. "We have very different educational philosophies."
"I need to talk to you about Kayla Alexander."
She looked over her shoulder. "Not Emma?" Her face fell. "Oh, no. Is she-"
"No," Faith assured her. "We haven't found her yet."
Her hands covered her mouth. "I thought…" She wiped away her tears. They both knew what she had thought, and Faith felt like an ass for not being more clear to begin with.
She said, "I'm sorry."
Mary pulled a tissue out of her jacket pocket and blew her nose. "God, I thought I was finished crying."
"Did you know Emma?"
"Not really, but she's a student here. They all feel like they're your responsibility." She blew her nose. "You were terrified up there, weren't you?"
"Yes," Faith admitted, because lying about something so simple would make it harder to lie about bigger things later on. "I hate public speaking."
"I do, too." Mary amended, "Well, not in front of kids-they don't really matter-but in faculty meetings, parent-teacher conferences…" She shook her head. "God, what does any of that matter to you, right? Why don't I say something about the weather?"
Faith leaned against the steel door but thought better of it when her flesh started to blister. "Why weren't you in the meeting this morning?"
She tucked the tissue back into her pocket. "My opinion isn't exactly valued around here."
Teaching was a profession famous for producing burnout. Faith could well imagine the old guard did not appreciate an idealistic young kid coming in to change the world.
Mary Clark said as much. "They all think it's just a matter of time before I run screaming out the door."
"You had Kayla Alexander in your class last year."
The younger woman turned around, arms crossed over her chest, and studied Faith. There was something hostile about the stance.
Faith asked, "Can you tell me what happened?"
Mary was dubious. "They didn't tell you?"
"No."
She gave another laugh. "Typical."
Faith was silent, giving the other woman space.
Mary asked, "Did they tell you that last year, Kayla was so mean to one of the other girls that she ended up leaving school?"
"No."
"Ruth Donner. She transferred to Marist in the middle of last year."
"Daniella Park said that Kayla split the school in two."
"That's a fair statement. There was the Kayla camp and the Ruth camp. It took a while, but pretty soon more and more people went over to Ruth's side. Transferring out was the smartest thing she did, really. It put Kayla center stage, and suddenly, the cracks started to show. I think it's fair to say that by the beginning of the school year, Kayla was universally reviled."
"Except for Emma."
"Except for Emma."
"I'm hardly an expert, but don't girls usually outgrow that kind of behavior in middle school?"
"Usually," the teacher confirmed. "But some of them hang on to it. The really mean ones can't stop circling once they smell blood in the water."
Faith thought the shark analogy was a good one. "Where is Ruth Donner now?"
"College, I suppose. She was a senior."
Finding her would certainly be a priority. "Kayla would have been a junior last year. What was she doing going after a senior?"
"Ruth was the most popular girl in school." She shrugged, as if that explained everything. "Of course, there weren't any ramifications for Kayla. She gets away with everything."
Faith tried to tread carefully. There was something else to this story. Mary Clark was giving off the distinct impression that she felt as if she was being asked questions that Faith already knew the answers to. "I understand that what happened with the other girl was horrible, but this feels very personal for you."
Mary's hostility seemed to ratchet up a notch. "I tried to fail Kayla Alexander last year."
Faith could guess what she meant by "tried." Parents paid a lot of money for their kids to go to Westfield. They expected them to excel in their classes, even if their work did not warrant good grades. "What happened?"
"We don't fail children here at Westfield Academy. I had to tutor the little bitch after school."
The characterization was startling considering the circumstances. "I have to admit, Mrs. Clark, that I find it strange you would talk that way about a seventeen-year-old girl who's been raped and murdered."
"Please, call me Mary."
Faith was at a loss for words.
Mary seemed just as nonplussed. "They really didn't tell you what happened?"
Faith shook her head.
"I almost lost my job over her. I have student loans, two babies at home, my husband's trying to start his own business. I'm twenty-eight years old and the only thing I'm qualified to do is teach."
"Hold up," Faith stopped her. "Tell me what happened."
"Kayla showed up for tutoring, but short of me physically taking her hand and writing her papers for her, there was no way she was going to do the work she needed to do to pass the class." Mary's neck showed a slight blush. "We had an argument. I let my anger get the better part of me." She paused, and Faith was expecting the woman to admit to some sort of physical altercation, but what she said was far more shocking. "The next day, Olivia called me into her office. Kayla was there with her parents. She accused me of making a sexual pass at her."
Faith's surprise must have registered on her face.
"Oh, don't be fooled by the schoolmarm before you," Mary said. "I used to dress a lot better than this-like a human being, almost. I dressed too sexy, according to our illustrious principal. I suppose that's her way of saying I asked for it."
"Back up," Faith said. "I don't understand."
"Kayla Alexander said that I told her she would pass my class if she had sex with me." She was smiling, but there was nothing funny about what was coming out of her mouth. "I suppose I should have been flattered. I was three months out from giving birth to twins. I barely fit into any of my clothes and I couldn't afford new ones because teaching is supposed to be its own reward. I started lactating during the meeting. The parents were screaming at me. Olivia just sat there, letting it all play out like her own personal movie." Angry tears streamed down her cheeks. "I've wanted to be a teacher since I was a little girl. I wanted to help people. Nobody does this for the money and it's certainly not for the respect. I tried to get through to her. I thought I was getting through to her. And all she did was turn around and stab me in the back."