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surprise. He was usually quite ready to listen to her side of the matter. "Mrs Brown, I haven't asked you here because of that although that is still a concern for me."
    "Well why am I here then?"
    "You are here because Adrian has assaulted one of his classmates."
    "He's been in a fight? I'm sure he didn't start it, he..."
    Mr Cross put his hand up stopping Jocasta once again from stating her case. "Not a fight Mrs Brown, please allow me to finish."
    "Go on then." She didn't know what was coming but Jocasta could feel her hackles rising waiting for another ridiculous accusation levied at her son.
    "Adrian took a female classmate into the boy's toilets today against her will and put his hands in her underwear."
    "I'm sorry Mr Cross, he did what?" She wondered if he had actually just said, 'put his hands in her underwear' or if she had just imagined it."
    "I know it must be difficult to hear but you heard right; Adrian has sexually assaulted a young girl in his class, she is very distressed and her parents..."
    "Whoa, hold on there, sexually assaulted ? He's six years old, an innocent child. How can you class anything he does as criminal? He doesn't know what he's doing, he's a baby." Jocasta's voice was rising as panic overtook her.
    "Mrs Brown, please calm down." The head master came around to Jocasta's side of the desk and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It was the wrong choice of words, I'm sorry." He reassured her. "Of course we understand that Adrian is a very young boy, still learning right from wrong, but in light of Adrian's..." He paused, searching for the right word, "Problems, and what appears to be an escalation of his behaviour, we feel it necessary for you to have him assessed properly so we can move forwards and help him with his condition." Mr Cross stopped and a benevolent smile wiped its way across his face. "Now Mrs Brown, the girl's parents have been informed but I am pleased to tell you they agree it was probably just innocent play and are happy not to take this any further." He returned to his side of the desk and his decidedly higher chair, "What we need to do now is..."
    Jocasta sat in stunned silence as the head master talked at her about special needs, behavioural problems and blah, blah. Was this really her boy they were talking about?
    Her sweet, sunny and loving Adrian; her one and only son?
    When he was at home they had such a close loving friendship with each other. Jocasta could not do enough for Adrian; she catered to his every need and desire. He never behaved badly when he was with her, how could this be the same child?
    She decided that actually, no, once again the face didn't fit. Other children were obviously making up lies to get Adrian into trouble. Behavioural problems were just the schools excuse to get rid of their square peg. They would not win. Her Adrian deserved an education the same as every other child. His pain at leaving his mother and her daily torture of listening to his pleading to stay home would not be in vain. The system wanted him; the system could have him and now see it through to the very end; she would make sure Adrian got the education he deserved.
    Jocasta decided that she had heard enough from the mouth across the desk. "Mr Cross," she interrupted his incessant droning.
    "Yes Mrs Brown?"
    "I understand there may be problems with Adrian. I have probably been burying my head in the sand but I want to get him as much help as possible. You are right; he can't be allowed to interact with his classmates if it is going to lead to trouble. Maybe a change of scenery is what he needs. Please do whatever is necessary to help him get on with his schooling."
    "Thank you Mrs Brown." Smugness crossed his face and Jocasta could see him mentally patting himself on the back. "We will refer Adrian to special needs and he can start in the unit tomorrow." He handed her a leaflet which gave the address of Adrian's new school placement. "I hope he is happier there than he was here, I