I reached for the mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The speakers began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that made my teeth ache.
On screen, Mr. Aris reached out a hand, his fingers stretching toward the lens until they seemed to press against the glass of my monitor. FavoriteTeacher8mp4
When I clicked play, the video opened to a static-heavy shot of an empty classroom. The sun was setting, casting long, orange shadows across empty desks. In the center of the frame stood Mr. Aris, a man with a smile that was just a bit too wide, his eyes obscured by the glare on his thick glasses. I reached for the mouse to close the