All That Matters

Chapter 2

All That Matters Chapter 2, a romance fiction |

If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it

-Mary Engelbreit

Detention.
Defined as "the punishment of being kept in school after hours." Only that definition didn't apply in my school. It expanded. If the teacher didn't want you inside their classroom, you got the privilege to be "kept" even during school hours. If that meant being out of Mrs. Ritcher's class, I had no objections.

It was my first detention this school year.

Room 105, on the first floor.

I handed my slip to Mr. Hall, the detention supervisor and he checked me in. He told me to take seat anywhere and stay quiet or else I would grant myself another detention. Seeing as I already had two, I wasn't in any hurry to add to the list. I was already in enough trouble as it was.

I turned around to find a seat and ended up finding the whole classroom full of the usual detainees staring at me. Most of them were probably wondering why I was in detention and if I would do something embarrassing to make them laugh. I ignored them all and studied the classroom to find a place I could settle onto. The only open seat was the first desk in the middle row. It was obvious that almost everyone in there had claimed a seat from getting detentions all the time.

I definitely wasn't about to argue with anyone over the seating arrangement. My bad ass moment had come and passed and I had nothing left to prove.

I sat my butt down in that front seat and attempted to make myself comfortable. As comfortable as one can be in detention....

"What exactly could you have done to be here?"

"Quiet!" Mr. Hall bellowed, glaring at my neighbor before going back to his newspaper.

I turned to my left to face the person responsible for that question. I already recognized the voice even before I saw his face. It was my brother, Wayne.

No surprise there. He was one of the frequent visitors of room 105.

"You know that Mom's going to kill you, right?" He asked.

"Franklin, shut it!" Mr. Hall yelled at him.

The boy would never graduate. That was my theory about him seeing as he was always in detention. He practically lived in this classroom. I never understood how he managed to get himself a pink slip every single day, but he did. Shouldn't I just be proud to call him my big brother?

Ha.

Not wanting to discuss the details of my current situation, I chose to ignore him, and he finally kept shut and went back to doing whatever he was doing before I walked in.

Since I didn't have anything productive to do, I closed my eyes and started daydreaming again even though that was the reason I was in there in the first place, that and you know, my big mouth. Still, if I hadn't gotten the detention, I would probably still be in Mrs. Richter class listening to her old scratchy voice talking about something as old as her. It was funny how we used to get along so well in the beginning of the school year. I actually had kept an A for the first semester. Then second semester hit and my grades started to fall down. Even though my counselor would greatly disagree, it wasn't my fault. It was the old witch. She was just boring, and apparently mean too.

"What is this, merry detention season?"

Everyone, including me, looked up at Mr. Hall. It had been quiet in the classroom and his loud irritated voice caught everyone's attention. I heard that he was scary when he yelled but I had never heard him angry before. Even though, that wasn't quite a yell, it was close to one and it kind of intimidated me. I definitely wasn't planning on getting on his bad side.