I Was Feeling Unsettled

Greeting children at our school from the car line yesterday. First car seemed to be parked. No one appeared to be in it. Maybe someone is gardening, I thought. The garden is six feet from it. The brake lights came on. I expected a child to get out. No child did. I had a peculiar feeling about it, an unsafe feeling. I went inside got a pencil and paper and wrote down the plate number. Continued greeting children. The car did not move. No one got out. I was feeling unsettled. Was someone waiting for a particular child? And why? That afternoon a man claiming to be a father tried to get into the school. He was shaking and kicking a side door. A teacher asked what he wanted. He said he was a father and wanted in. She told him to go to the front. He went to another side door and tried it. I gave the license plate number to security when they came. Because I had felt unsafe. Man was mentally unstable.