Kevin had issues. I don't mean he was a troublemaker, or that he was just annoying to be around. Kevin had tendencies that went beyond "Dennis the Menace" and right into "The first five minutes of Halloween." Here's a quick recap of the things I noticed in the short amount of time I spent with Kevin. He got sadistic pleasure out of hurting other kids and would laugh when he saw someone else in pain. He physically attacked teachers on a regular basis. Trying to discipline him was a useless endeavor. He'd also do really weird shit like just stare at the wall during nap time and say he was "busy" every time we asked him what he was doing. This wasn't a normal child. And trust me, that's not an accusation you throw around lightly. You can watch a child eat a dead moth and still think "Yep. Typical."
We mentioned all the warning signs to his parents, who nervously played down every single one, of course. The more it happened, the more we tried to talk to them about it. But they constantly made excuses, at one point even trying to turn it around on us: "He doesn't act like this at home!" BullSHIT he didn't. They were clearly terrified of him, as evidenced by the time I saw him punch his mother hard in the stomach and she just laughed nervously. But they needed a scapegoat and a reason to sweep it under the rug, and my bosses forced me to leave it alone.
Kevin's family eventually ended up moving, and sometimes I think about him. How's he going to turn out? I obviously can't tell the future, so I have no idea, but I worry anyway. Maybe he eventually got people around him who could help. Maybe nothing can be done and whatever happens in his life is inevitable. I don't know. But if years from now, if I turn on the news and see his grown-up face over a headline saying "Man carjacks Pizza Hut delivery boy and takes a dump on the floor of the Mall of America," I'm going to be pissssssssed. Not surprised, but pissed.