She's Not Dead
We had all assumed she had died. There had never been much question about it. It was a pity, she was the best teacher that Lakeside had seen in a long time. She used to give us wonderful puzzles to work out during class in groups, or separately. They were always different. There had even been a rumor that she was part of some spy organization because of them. They were always different. Some were like mazes with problems at the corners. Some were mysteries with a number of clues. Yes, for many of us 12, 13, 14 year-olds, she was the best thing that had ever happened to us.
It was common knowledge that her husband was really abusive, so the class was told that Mrs. Williams has gone missing, we all assumed the worst. Now years later, I had never heard anything to shake that belief.
Until now.
A week before my first Student of the Month assembly, I had received an anonymous letter-if you could call it a letter-without any stamps. At first I thought it was a poem, but it lacked any romantic or poetical feeling. After the ‘poem’ there was a complicated sketch that looked sort of like the floor plan of a house, but made entirely out of triangles. Originally I had taken it to be some sort of trick by a kid at my school, but after re-reading it, I couldn’t help thinking of Mrs.Williams’ old
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