The cops forced Trevor to sit down, then they left the room, locking the door behind them.
The doctor looked through a pile of papers. "I'm a bit mystified as to how you were selected. According to our records, Goth males are a minority at your school." He paused for a second. "However, all of the reallocation forms have been properly signed. We can't legally do this without the signature of a parent or guardian, and we do have your father's signature." He showed Trevor the form.
Trevor leaned forward and looked closely at it.
"This is your father's signature, isn't it?" the doctor asked.
"Yeah, but it's gotta be forged."
The doctor's eyebrow rose up for a moment. "Forged?"
"That can't be my dad's signature. He wouldn't do this."
"Are you so sure of that?"
No way. Whatever the cops heard was a lie. No way would his dad and mom disown him. Sure, they never really got along with each other, but they would never do that. Trevor was sure of it.
But there was one way to make absolute sure. "Call him. Ask him if he signed this."
The doctor nodded. "We want to make sure we do the right thing."
Like what you did to Sabrina? Trevor thought bitterly.
The doctor reached over to the desk phone and picked up the receiver. Then he called Trevor's house. "We'll get this squared away in no time."
