Rebecca's pov:When the bell rang at the end of school, I dropped off my books at my locker and pulled out my phone. I dialled Ryan's number, he picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hey sis, where are ya?""At my locker, but I just called to tell you that I got in detention, so come pick me up at two thirty."
I heard him sigh, "what'd you do?"
"Nothing I was just late to class, you remember how Ms.barbara is."
"What? Cold, lacking emotion and has a fucking million rules, yeah I remember."
He sighed again, "fine I'll pick you up. Just behave."It was my turn to sigh, "whatever, love ya bro." I hung up the phone and began to walk towards the ISS room. I'd only been there once in ninth grade for 'arguing with the teacher'. That made me sound like some rebellious kid, which was not at all the case. I was a A-B average student, who took two AP classes, and spent her free time either babysitting or reading.
I glanced at the Leering door with ISS room printed on the window, I took a deep breath and turned the handle, entering detention. I kept my head low and walked over to the desk where the 'security' lady sat. I handed her the yellow slip with my name on it, and she motioned for me to take a seat.
I took a seat in the back, since several In the front were taken. My eyes scanned the others in the room. I had to admit, it wasn't as bad as I had thought. The few kids In the front looked harmless, and were probably here for reasons like mine. But then there were a few that looked at home here, a boy with snake bites and spiked hair sat to my left, a shorter girl with long blonde hair sat In front of me, her hair was Streaked with pink and blue, and she wore combat boots.
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