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 while banging my head on the table. I've only had 30-minute detentions, and they were because of punctuality, but two 1-hour ones are taking the full piss.

For break, you are not allowed out to go into the village for stuff. The school was a 30-minute drive to get to the centre since it was so isolated and maybe because it is massive, so nothing can really be 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.

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

"Cheer up, E. At least you have 2 hours alone with Ethan Halters," she says, then takes a sip of her drink, smirking.

Oh, you can't even deny it – he's so attractive. But the twist is he's a walking irritation. Annoying and a dick. Yet, 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, 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 planned to get matching ones and we did.

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

As we walk, I can't help but glance at the clock on the wall. Detention looming 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 is filled 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 have to go down a staircase since I was in the English department.

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

Just as I was accepting the fact that I had to be in the detention, guess who's here. Emily and as expected Ethan. They are set 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, the farthest away from them.

Mrs. Maders walks extremely slow in front of her desk; she is old, to be fair.

Sigh.

This is going to be a long 2 hours. Mrs Maders grabs a sheet and starts speaking.

"Elena Sinclair: Two hours from Sport and Psychology, Ethan Halters: Two hours from 2 late marks and Sport, Emily Creek: 1 hour from 2 late marks. The timer starts now."

She says while going to sit back down.

Both of them have two lates,wonder who they were both with.

I pull out my MacBook and because I have nothing better to do, I'm going to do my English Language work. I start typing away until I hear Mrs. Maders' wheels of her chair moving as she speaks, "I'm going to go for a few seconds. Do not move." She warns. I give a nod even though she was already walking away so she wouldn't have seen it.