Alice Ross, the new teacher at our school, claims she can understand what crows say and predict the future. During final exams, she told our colleagues: “In half an hour, Dylan Fraser will be caught cheating by Luna and dragged out to stand as punishment. The humiliation will drive Dylan to jump off the building and commit suicide.” Luna Martin—that’s my name. Soon enough, I discovered the small note Dylan had hidden in his pencil case. Under my harsh criticism, Dylan indeed jumped from the top floor in shame. His parents, Harvey Fraser and Grace Fraser, believed I had driven him to his death. They came to the school in fury, but Alice said: “The crows told me that parents consumed by grief will surely make Luna pay with her life.” Once again, her prediction came true. Harvey and Grace pushed me down the stairs, leaving me severely injured. My husband Carter Hunter was frantic and rushed me to the hospital. But Alice blocked the car door, saying: “You need to think this through. Your wife has been having an affair and has contracted AIDS.” Carter believed her words, and sure enough, abnormalities were found in my blood test. In the end, Carter divorced me, and I died from excessive blood loss. Alice’s step-by-step successful predictions made her an instant internet sensation. Many people paid big money just to get her prophecies. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Alice claimed she could understand crow language. “Luna, I suggest you don’t go in to proctor the exam. Otherwise, you won’t be able to handle the consequences.” Alice rudely blocked me from entering the examination room. “Alice, she’s the homeroom teacher. This is a major Christmas-level exam. You can’t stop her from proctoring,” said Albert Brown, another proctor. Alice frowned and stamped her foot: “This concerns a student’s life. I must stop her. “You all have to believe what I’m saying. I can understand what that crow in the school’s big tree is saying. It makes prophecies. “Just now, it told me that half an hour after the exam starts, Luna will discover Dylan cheating, drag him out of the exam room, and criticize him publicly. In the end, Dylan will jump off the building and commit suicide.” Hearing the familiar prophecy, I froze as I was about to enter the classroom. So I had been reborn. I said: “Alice, I suspect you’ve been reading too many fairy tales.” Faced with my skepticism, Alice sighed: “Haven’t you all noticed there are especially many crows today? They flew here because they know someone will die today.” Albert was dismissive of her words and tugged at my sleeve: “Don’t pay attention to her. The exam is about to start.” Sure enough, half an hour later, I noticed Dylan acting suspiciously. I opened his pencil case and found the small note covered with answers. In my previous life, I had taken Dylan out of the classroom for criticism and education, made him stand as punishment for an hour, and confiscated his exam paper. This time, I simply quietly took away the note. I brought him outside the classroom and spoke to him gently for a moment, then let him go back in to continue the exam. All the students were focused on their test and didn’t notice what had happened. I thought that by preserving Dylan’s dignity this time, he wouldn’t commit suicide again. Just to be safe, I specifically ran to guard the teaching building where he had jumped in my previous life. But I didn’t see him there. Just when I thought I could save Dylan in this life, commotion erupted from the direction of the laboratory building. A teacher ran over in panic: “You need to go look quickly. A student jumped off the building, and it seems to be one of your students.” My eyes widened as I rushed toward the laboratory building. Dylan lay on the ground covered in blood, still coughing up blood from his mouth. Alice arrived at that moment too. Seeing the scene, she shoved me hard: “What did I tell you? I told you not to proctor the exam, not to hurt his self-esteem, but you just wouldn’t listen. Now what do you have to say? “As a teacher, you need not only solid professional knowledge but also noble character and conduct. You criticized him publicly. How could his young heart possibly handle that?” I wasn’t listening to what she was saying, only asking myself over and over: “Why did the tragedy still happen even though I was prepared? Where exactly did things go wrong?” At that moment, the doctors arrived. They performed emergency measures on Dylan. After a long ten minutes, they shook their heads and pronounced Dylan dead.
I leaned against the wall in silence, feeling utterly helpless. Even though I had changed my approach, why couldn’t I change the inevitable outcome? Albert, who was proctoring the exam with me, rushed over as well. Seeing Dylan’s lifeless body, he was in complete disbelief. He patted my shoulder and said, “Try to look on the bright side.” With tears in my eyes, I said, “I really didn’t criticize him. I even gave him a second chance to take the exam. But why did he still kill himself?” Albert sighed and said, “Maybe everyone has their own destiny.” After saying this, he looked at Alice with amazement in his eyes. He was beginning to believe that she could understand the crows and had prophetic abilities. Seeing my dejected state, Alice said angrily, “When I told you to believe me, you chose to ignore my words. Now he’s dead. What good does your guilt do? You need to improve your teaching methods going forward. “After his funeral is handled, his parents will definitely come to the school. You’d better think about what you’re going to say then.” I slid down the wall to sit on the floor, holding my head, unable to understand any of it. Yesterday, only Dylan and I knew about his cheating incident – it didn’t disturb anyone else in the exam room. When we talked outside the classroom, I was very gentle. Not only did I forgive his cheating, but I also let him return to the exam. I didn’t hurt his self-esteem at all, so there’s no way he would jump off a building because of this. That day, I sat alone in my office in a daze when I heard a commotion outside. Dylan’s mother Grace was grabbing Albert and crying loudly, “How old was my child? How could he suddenly die? What did your school do to drive my child to choose suicide? He’s just gone like that. How am I supposed to live? “Next month would have been his birthday. We had planned to go to the amusement park together. If it weren’t for you people, how could he bear to leave me and kill himself? “I entrusted my child to this school in good faith. Is this how responsible you are? How can you face the trust we parents placed in you? “You must give me an explanation today. What exactly drove my child to suicide?” I quickly ran outside and found that many people had already gathered outside the office. Seeing Grace crying so miserably, I felt extremely guilty, but there was nothing I could do. Albert looked at me with difficulty, “She’s Dylan’s homeroom teacher. She’ll explain the whole situation to you. I’m very sorry. We’re all deeply saddened by what happened.” Grace let go of Albert and rushed toward me, pushing me to the ground. She asked viciously, “Tell me! What exactly did you do to my son that made him not want to live anymore?” Before I could get up to answer, Alice jumped in first and said, “Your child jumped because Luna publicly criticized him, and he was heartbroken.”
“What?” Dylan’s father Harvey kicked me as I lay on the ground after hearing the whole story. I immediately curled up in pain. Grace shouted with hatred, “You owe my son his life! As a teacher, how could you hurt a child’s self-esteem like that? Do you have any professional ethics at all?” She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. I tried to fight back, but Harvey joined in too. The two of them were too strong—I couldn’t resist at all. Grace kept hitting me while cursing, “He’s our only son. You murderer killed him, so we want your life! If you have any conscience left, go to hell and apologize to him.” At that moment, I heard Alice frantically grabbing Albert, saying, “What should we do? I just heard the crow again. It said if they keep beating her like this, they’ll definitely kill Luna.” In my previous life, the office was located close to the stairwell. During the struggle, that’s where they pushed me down. In this life, I deliberately stayed far from the stairwell. After all, when people get angry, they lose their rationality and might do anything. Because he believed Alice’s prophecy, Albert hurried to pull Harvey and Grace apart, afraid that another tragedy would happen at the school. Albert said while pulling them, “Please calm down. None of us wanted Dylan to get hurt, but what’s done is done. Even if you beat her to death, Dylan won’t come back to life.” Harvey slapped him and roared, “You’re colleagues, of course you’d protect her. I’m warning you—as vice principal, you’re enabling your teachers to abuse children. If you don’t make her resign and apologize to my son, I’ll not only report you to the Department of Education, but I’ll also have your entire school shut down for investigation.” Seeing Albert getting dragged into this unfairly, Alice quickly explained, “Dylan committed suicide. It has nothing to do with any of our school’s teachers. You can’t be this unreasonable.” Seeing things escalating, Albert rushed out to call security. Alice’s words completely enraged Harvey and Grace. Harvey bellowed, “How could it have nothing to do with you? If you hadn’t said hurtful things to Dylan, would he have killed himself? What do you mean Dylan won’t come back to life? To you, he’s just one of many students. But to us, he was our entire world.” Grace also cried out, “Don’t think you can easily escape responsibility. Especially you!” She roared at me again, “You owe Dylan a life, so you have to pay with yours.” With that, Grace pulled out a fruit knife from her bag and stabbed it toward my stomach without hesitation. Just as I tried to dodge, Harvey pinned me down. The fruit knife instantly pierced through my body. The excruciating pain made it impossible for me to stand up. I clutched my stomach, sitting on the ground, and explained through the agony, “I really didn’t criticize him. I just told him not to cheat again next time.” Grace raised the knife like a madwoman, wanting to stab me again, “Who would believe a murderer like you?” At that moment, the school security finally arrived. One held down Harvey while two others wrestled the knife away from Grace. Even while being pinned down by security, Grace continued cursing at me. I’ll never forget the look of pure hatred in her eyes.
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