𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋

𝐭 𝐡 𝐫 𝐞 𝐞

At break, I told Amiah that I now had to stay in detention until 6. I groaned and banged my head on the table. I've only had 30-minute detentions, and they were for being late, but two 1-hour ones? It's taking the full piss.

For break, we're not allowed out to go to the village for snacks. The school's a 30-minute drive from the centre, since it's so isolated - and probably because it's so massive, there's nothing really around it. There's a pub and club area 20 minutes away, so we still have our ways. Not that there have been any parties since we started, though.

I just got an apple juice at break, since I was really thirsty, and Amiah and I sat down at our usual spot, her with a cherry drink. Our table's just a four-seater - well, it could fit five, but there's only two of us. Miah and I take turns sitting on the booth side because, who doesn't want to sit there? Well, it wasn't even my turn today, so that's just another thing that sucks.

"Cheer up, E. At least you've got two hours alone with Ethan Halters," she says, smirking and taking a sip of her drink.

Oh, you can't even deny it - he's ridiculously attractive. But the twist is he's a walking irritation. Annoying and a proper dick. I just roll my eyes and start laughing, and there's Amiah laughing with me.

And then the school bell starts blaring like it's auditioning for a metal band. I swear, it's unnecessarily loud. Sure, there's a point to it, but let's be real - it's a bit much for a simple bell.

We sling our bags over our shoulders. Back in year 11, we'd planned to get matching ones, and we did.

Miah's been my partner in crime since nursery, so the bond's tight. We link arms and head to the next class.

As we walk, I can't help but glance at the clock on the wall. Detention looms over me like a storm cloud.

Amiah chuckles, "Oh, come on, it might not be that bad. Maybe you'll discover he's not as annoying as you think."

I give her a sceptical look, but before I can respond, the hallway fills with the shuffling of students and the murmur of conversations. It's time for the next round of classes, and I can't shake the feeling that today is just one of those days when everything seems to go against you.

The day went decent, slow. I packed up my things from English Language, which actually left me in a good mood. I started to walk towards Mrs. Maders' room, not bothering to find Amiah to tell her, since she already knows.

She's a maths teacher, so that means her classroom is on the first floor, so I had to go down a staircase from the English department.

I find her classroom, A5, as the app told me. It's just an app that tells us everything we need to do or just have: punctuality, detentions, homework, notices, etc.

Just as I was accepting the fact that I had to be in detention, guess who's here? Emily and, as expected, Ethan. They're sitting next to each other, silent, and both of them turn to look at me when I walk in. Why am I the last one here? I go and sit down at the back, as far away from them as possible.

Mrs. Maders walks incredibly slowly in front of her desk - she's old, to be fair.

Sigh.

This is going to be a long two hours. Mrs. Maders grabs a sheet and starts speaking.

"Elena Sinclair: Two hours for Sport and Psychology. Ethan Halters: Two hours for two late marks and Sport. Emily Creek: One hour for two late marks." She says, sitting back down.

Both of them have two late marks. Wonder who they were both with.

I pull out my MacBook because, frankly, I've got nothing better to do. Might as well get some English Language work done. I start typing away until I hear Mrs. Maders' chair wheels moving as she speaks, "I'm going to step out for a few seconds. Do not move." She warns. I nod, even though she's already walking away, so she wouldn't have seen it.