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Mary Margret was concerned. To put it lightly. Keith apparently hadn't been seen in class and his sister didn't give them an explanation. She never did whenever this happened. Although Keith was not her student--may be he had been when he was younger...but she doesn't remember him being in her class--but she was still worried about him like she would worry over her other students. The boy was a troubled young man, who seemed to get into fights often. Several of the other teachers called him a 'thug' and usually say things like 'he's never going to make it in this world'. She didn't see him that way at all and if you ever view a child in such a way and treated him or her that way, then yes, that child would reach your expectations. Giving up on Keith, is the same as cutting off his chances for survival. It wasn't right.
So, she had one of the teachers take over for her as she searched for Keith. Now she was walking down the toll bridge. To be honest, she wasn't even sure if the boy even
liked nature, but it was still an attractive place to be. Especially when one needed to clear their head. Mary walked to the railing to see if he was there. He wasn't, but another man was. She frowned in disappointment and confusion. Disappointed in not finding Keith and confused because she doesn't know the man.
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Um, sir!" She called. "
Have you seen a teenage boy wondering around here? He's about 5' 8" and has white hair, tan skin. Goes by the name of Keith"