Milan:
I can't believe this.
My beautiful, sweet and clean record.
Destroyed.
Forever.
...
Alright, maybe I am exaggerating...
BUT YOU GET THE POINT.
Dad's going to kill me if he finds out I got detention.
Time to buy a grave parcel.
Yoo-hoo.
Tombstone shopping.
...
I really need help.
But seriously now, what did I do?
I was paying attention to the lesson.
I was listening.
A DUDE WAS LITERARY PLAYING MINECRAFT IN THE BACK ROW.
And I get detention?
Poor me.
Like, I've never been to detention before.
What do you do there? Write "I won't stare at a classmate ever again" for a thousand times?
Cause I ain't doing that.
Dude, I wasn't even staring at her. I was trying to remember where I saw her.
That girl was way too familiar.
But I couldn't put my finger on it.
And her name was Rosemary.
AND EVEN THAT NAME SEEMS FAMILIAR.
Jeez, I really need a break from school.
I even had a break down in the middle of the classroom. I so hope no one saw me crying.
That would be straight up humiliating.
And now, I'm on my way to detention. I'm having it today and tomorrow.
Thankfully, mom is the one picking me up today, and I already talked to her about it.
She won't say a word to dad, as long as I do the dishes.
But tomorrow? Dad has to pick me up.
And me calling him in the middle of work to tell him I have detention and he has to pick me up later isn't the best idea.
God, what do I do?
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And here I am again...
...in detention...
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