The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices Read Online Free Page B

is coming to get me. I'm gonna go play with her dog. He's little and fluffy and he likes to chase me through her house. His name is Road kill. My uncle named him that. He says it's because they found him on the street."
    "That's a good name, then." Melody’s mom laughed. "It sounds like you're going to have fun." She began to move away. "Well, I have to go. Tell your mother I said 'hi'."
    "I will."
    Finished with his cot and following the custom of the class, Brhin turned and without asking permission, walked out of the room and strolled leisurely towards the restroom. He liked going in there without the teacher and the rest of the class. It was quiet and smelled really good. His momma said it was because of the plug-ins, the air fresheners and the toilet paper holders with the deodorizers built in. Most of all Brhin liked the pictures of the boys that were drawn on the walls. They looked so real and showed the correct behavior expected to be followed by each little boy that entered the room. She said if everyone followed the examples of the murals' depiction of correct conduct that was painted in specific areas of the restroom, order would reign. But what unsupervised child ever did the unspoken 'right thing'?
    Today, it was noisy in the multi-colored room. Two little boys were enjoying themselves as they crawled under and out of the blue doors of the three stalls. Laughing and shouting at the occupants. A small group of five-year-old boys were cheering each other on as they took turns doing chin-ups on the metal bars attached to the urinals while two others were having a water fight at the sinks. Looking at the mess, Brhin turned and almost ran out of the room. He wanted no parts of the confusion. He had learned one thing since starting at The P. S. Center and that was, when one was in trouble all were in trouble and he had no wish to find out what went on behind the closed closet door in the theater room. He had seen too many frightened children dragged into that closet and they always came out with wet eyes and tight, trembling lips. Brhin shuddered expressively.
    As he slowly retraced his steps to the classroom, Brhin dragged the fingers of his right hand over the happy animal murals painted on the wall and prayed that he wouldn't wet himself before his auntie arrived.
    "Get in your room." One of the teachers stood in his path, hands on her hips. "What are you doing out here?"
    Frightened by the woman's unexpected appearance, Brhin stopped short with his hand on the wall. As was a rule of The P. S. Center, Brhin put his hands behind him and clasped them tightly. Nervously wondering what would happen after being caught with his hands on the wall.
    "Nuthin."
    "Then get in there and keep your hands off of the wall. Do you want to be out here washing them?"
    Not waiting for an answer, the teacher gave him a small tap on the behind and continued on her way, stopping to stick her head into the door of the restroom and yell instructions for the other children to return to their proper classes.
    Continuing to his own class, Brhin stopped at the sound of the building's door being opened; he turned and looked over his shoulder. A woman wearing a Dallas Cowboys jacket was standing with her back against the glass of the doors. She was not his auntie, besides; the way the woman was staring down the hallway at him made him feel strange. Dismissing her from his mind, he hurried on into his classroom. Taking a seat behind his nameplate at one of the round tables, he patiently waited for the teacher to bring in the snack.
    Brhin traced the red elephant shaped nameplate with his finger and looked around the room. Ms. Franklin was trying to push a stack of cots into a closet and banged the back of her hand on its doorframe. Cursing involuntarily as she dropped the cots and shook her hand to relieve the pain, Stephanie Franklin looked around guiltily. Lowering her head in shame when she observed Brhin watching her, Stephanie moved away from