"I'm not joking when I say I've had the worst day! I swear to god, now I have a detention - that's nice." I exclaim, sarcasticly
I face my friends, and they look back with a blank stare.
"Okay, wel uh-, I'll see you two lovely ladies on Monday. Toodles!" Charlie says, skipping down the halls.
"He's definitely something. Okay, let's go... to hell." I whisper
Kids scatter as Mary walks past. She's like a magnet of love. Most of the time, she hates attention and acts as if she doesn't deserve it. Personally, i believe she does deserve it. It's like an award.
Room 13. English department.
You have two rooms for detention; Room 13 and S6. It's really a fifty-fifty chance because one means doom and the other means paradise. Unfortunately, paradise is a long way away for me. What can I say? Karma is a bitch.
The reason why S6 is hell is because of one thing; Mrs Oxra. Mrs Oxra is an unusual breed of teachers - she's like all the worst teachers combined. I dislike her. Dislike is a strong word, more of a hate. A deep, deep hatred.
The reason I hate her is classified, but it includes: a knife, a bunson burner, some wires, and my favourite necklace my dad gave me before he passed away. You may know what happened. And yet, after all that, she didn't get fired.
Walsam School of Arts is really cheap.
My fist clench and curl around my thumbs as I step towards the class. My eyebrows tighten, and my lips pout. I am angry, in fact, fuming.
"Look who it is Morgan Ezra."
YOU ARE READING
School Of Secrets
Mystery / ThrillerSecrets. We all have them. But has something so bad ever happened, that turned three average people to detevctives determined to solve the mystery?
