Future Psycho

I’m angry. It’s the new student, Terence. Today he drew a picture of a guy with a gun standing over a dead and bloody body with a knife in its back. He had it out during class and I took it from him. Then, the complaining started. “Can I have it back? I didn’t draw it in your class. I drew it in Social Studies. I have to show it to my mom . . .”
I stapled a referral form to it and put it in the principal’s mailbox. After school, Mrs. Fret stuck her head in my room and told me that Terence had something that he wanted to say to me. Terence came in. He wanted his drawing back. I told him the principal had it. He left. Suddenly, Terence’s mother was in my room. She was full of excuses for Terence.
“He’s very sensitive,” she explained.
She wanted the drawing back too. I told her the principal had it. Apparently, Terence left my room and went crying to some teacher. Then, he cried on the phone to his mom and she drove to the school to save him from his mean teachers. I can’t believe it. I’m sick to my stomach. I can’t teach this kid, he’s a future psycho.