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Your son threw this in a crowded room. Someone could have been seriously hurt. T.T. and B.T.T. What did you just tell him? The truth and nothing but the truth. Did you throw this? Honey, you need to speak up. You need to defend yourself. No, I didn't throw it. My son didn't do this.

There were witnesses. Because whoever did do it would never try to blame it on the new kid. Mm-hmm. 308. That's the art room. But this happened in my son's regular classroom. That's right. Wednesday, and my son has art first thing after roll call. So you claim my son stole this at 9 a.m. and then carried it around with him through math, lunch, P.E. to only throw it in the middle of the class this afternoon?

I don't claim to know what he was thinking. Well, let's talk to Mr. Padilla, his art teacher. That is his name, isn't it? Because if someone stole his stapler this morning, then he would have had five classes in the interim. And 200 students is an awful lot of handouts. And you think he might have noticed it was missing.

I am not starting this with you, but you did start it with me. Did you investigate the incident at all? I mean, at the very least, we should speak to Mr. Padilla. He's left for the day. Well, then I will come back tomorrow and I will question him and anyone else with knowledge of that matter.

No. There's no suspension. Nothing on his record. His son's a good boy. He's a wonderful boy. Alex, you can't just leave it up to me like that. You have to speak up for yourself. I see. You should have tried harder. She wouldn't believe me. You've got to make them believe you. You know how these things work?

You have to fight for everything. You have to stand by the truth. She believed you. That is because I didn't give up. I'll never give up.