"I want to go home. I want to go home after school." He whimpered as he pointed his finger at me. "He did it! He did it! It was Mike. I saw him. He locked Miss Curio in the closet. It was his fault. Can I go home after school?" After Neal's desperate outburst, Mr. Cleaver escorted me out of the classroom, into the hall, and down the stairs to his office.
"Why did you do that?" He asked.
"I'm not sure." Nervousness had caused me to completely forget what had led to my inspiration.
The next day my parents had to come in for a conference about the incident. The principal recommended that I see the school psychologist, Dr. Floyd, on Tuesdays and Thursdays during art class. When my parents came home, my father gave me a spanking and warned me; "Young man, let me give you a word of advice; don't pull another stunt like that again or I'll break your neck."