"This is the third time this week."says Mr. Radja "
"I know, I'm sorry, it's not my fault it's -" I reply, angrily
"I don't want to hear it. You have a 40-minute detention after school. If you don't go, then that turns to an hour and so on.." He sighs."Go sit down."
I drag my feet towards my chair and sit down like a split toddler. This is the one accasion where I feel some emotion; anger. I hate it.
I look over to Mary, and our eyes meet our gaze.
"I have a detention, too. I blew up a bunson burner." She exclaims
"I'm not even going to ask, mate.." I reply, confused
-RING-
I snatch my timetable from my broken pocket and slowly open its contents.
English. Science. Music. Maths. Psychology.
"Today sucks."
YOU ARE READING
School Of Secrets
Misteri / ThrillerSecrets. We all have them. But has something so bad ever happened, that turned three average people to detevctives determined to solve the mystery?
