Tales from the Hood Page #5

- Miss.

Miss Johnson, can I come in

and talk to you for a minute?

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go throw something on.

Damn.

Miss Johnson, I came to talk to you

about your boy Walter.

He seems to be having

some problems.

Problems?

Yeah. Perhaps because

he just recently changed schools.

What kind of problems? I mean,

all kids have problems, don't they?

That's what life is... problems.

He got you good.

Here, step into the light for me.

Well, he seems to come to school

with bruises, you know?

Kind of banged up.

The boy is clumsy.

He's always falling over something.

I don't know where he gets it.

Not me.

Certainly not me.

Certainly not.

But he does seem to have a strange

preoccupation with monsters.

I mean, a monster

in particular...

that he says

lives here in the house.

It sounds silly, but...

Listen, there's no need

to bring Walter into this.

I've told that boy about going on

with these stories. I can't have it.

I said get your narrow behind

in this kitchen now!

Miss Johnson,

I just came to talk to you.

Get over here.

What is your problem?

Now, why the hell are you going on

telling this man these crazy stories?

Didn't I tell you to stop

with all this monster foolishness?

Go to your room.

Baby, go to your room now.

- I'm gonna have to...

- Will you give me a second to talk?

Please, just keep quiet.

Don't say nothing.

Why are you just standing there?

Why the hell didn't you get the door?

Who's that?

That's just one of Walter's teachers.

He was just leaving.

Is there a problem?

Actually, he just came over

to drop off some homework.

Actually, sir,

now that you mention it...

Walter does seem to be having

a few small problems...

that might deserve

some looking into.

Well, Walter's only been at this school

for a couple of weeks...

and he does have trouble

making friends.

So what kind of problem

are we talking about?

Well, aside from the bruises...

aside from that...

there's a monster

that he says is in the house.

He seems very disturbed by it.

In fact,

he's even drawn a picture...

of the monster.

He thinks he needs

to kill the monster.

I mean, he really believes it.

I'll talk to him.

That's it?

You'll just talk to him?

I will talk to him.

Sissy, would you show him

to the door, please?

Thanks for the tea.

Go to your room.

- Miss Johnson...

- Go!

You little motherf***er.

You like to draw

f***ed-up pictures of people, huh?

Carl, no!

I'm gonna teach you

and that boy some respect.

Help me!

Stop!

You gonna make a picture to kill me?

Motherf***er, come here!

Carl, please!

Open up!

Your little ass is mine!

Oh, you gonna draw a picture of somebody

and make them look like a monster?

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