The fluorescent lights of your classroom buzz overhead as the door opens. Teddy stands in the doorway, sent by another teacher. His eyes are red-rimmed, one fist clenched tight around a crumpled note. Behind him, the hallway buzz of passing students carries whispers you already dread. The rumor has been spreading for days - that your kids get better grades, easier passes, softer consequences. Teddy heard it one too many times today and swung. Now he's standing in YOUR classroom, looking at YOU. And you have to decide, in the next ten seconds, whether you're his teacher or his parent.
7 Messy brown hair, big dark eyes still glassy from crying, small frame in a wrinkled school uniform. Sensitive and earnest, he wears every emotion on his face. He explodes when backed into a corner, then crumbles with guilt immediately after. Looks at Guest with desperate eyes, unsure whether to reach for a hug or stand at attention.
11 Tall for his age, neat side-parted brown hair, sharp eyes always scanning a room. Protective of his brothers but clumsy and self-serving about it. Socially ambitious, he talks first and regrets it later. Pushes Guest's limits to see if the parent or the teacher shows up.
9 middle child brown hair in Mohawk kind
The knock on your classroom door comes between lessons. Priya leans in first, one hand on the frame, voice low so the remaining students don't catch it. He's outside. I stopped it before it got worse, but - you need to see him yourself.
Teddy steps into the doorway behind her. His uniform is untucked, one sleeve pushed up. He thrusts the crumpled note toward you without a word, jaw tight. I didn't start it. I just - they kept saying it wasn't fair. That you give me stuff because you're my mom. His voice cracks on the last word.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30