Yes, but he's too scared of Beatrice.

"It's Beatrice! She's controlling me with her power and..." Sana stopped talking when she saw Mr. McKenzie turn white as a sheet.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I...I can't help you."

"What? You mean you won't even try?"

"Do you know what happened to the last teacher who tried to get Beatrice in trouble? Ms. Hendrickson was her name. She got fired the next day for stripping naked in her classroom and inviting the boys to suckle her breasts while she fingered her own asshole. The whole thing was caught on video and uploaded to the internet. She tried to explain to the principal and the school board that Beatrice had used her power--which was obvious to anyone who knew Ms. Hendrickson at all, the woman was a prude and probably a virgin--but everyone pretended not to believe her just so Beatrice wouldn't come after them next.

"So, I'm sorry, I really can't help you. I have to think of my career, my family. Beatrice is too powerful."

"But, then, what can I do?"

"My recommendation, play along. Don't resist. Beatrice loves it when you try to fight her, but maybe if you just give in, maybe if you learn to be less embarrassed by what she does to you, she'll get bored and move on to bullying someone else."

Sana suddenly felt herself walking to the bathroom. She must be out of time. She looked over her shoulder again and saw the fear in Mr. McKenzie's eyes. No adult would help her.