<pre style="line-height: 21px; white-space: normal; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; text-align: start;">Detention has a hot side
Chapter 5:Take a long walk off a short pier, would you Hun?
Milla's POV:
Wednesday was just another day, but the light was just brighter, sun more glaring, wind more icy and my mind was flickering like an old movie on a reel at its end, jamming, stuck on the endless cycle of nothingness playing the same thing repetitively like an army in training. I hugged my thin cotton hoodie around my shoulders trying to keep the cold at bay but it was biting too hard.
I was wondering if I hurt someone how would I ever say sorry-(I mean I know it's depressing but if you day dream like I'd I then you will get what I mean, anyways back to to what I way saying), how would I ever make it up to them, could they ever forgive the pain. I scurried into school only to find that none of my friends were there yet, as always they keep their tradition of being late. With a loud humph I sauntered into the heavily perfumed bathroom to try and tame my mildly frizzy hair.
The bell for form shrilled in my ear, splashing my face with some make up I made my way to class. I had Form time (A/N home room) I walked in scraping my chair against the floor as I pulled it out, I prepared to sit down when Mr Peterson walked in saying that all year 11's had a special first period and that they all had to go to the blue box theatre when the bell went.
As I rose upwards from the plastic constrictor that was school chairs; I thought back to whether I should go through with my plan or not because whilst it was funny it was also very cruel. The journey to the blue box theatre was a short one to my dismay. The heavy blue slabs swung open as a clatter of sounds shuffled their way through. The feint sounds of blondie drifted through the ominous black speakers.
Jamie and Roz raced into me as I slowly grazed by the hum of murmuring teachers blathering on about uniform ,attendance and punctuality- oh and the fact that Mr Jacob's was in teen words totally 'bangable', which in my opinion may be true but is a highly inappropriate topic during school none the less. As we took our plush navy seats and plugged in our ear phones as to not hear the lecture about one thing or another to do with attendance challenges and how missing school really affects us , and something to do with fining our parents if we have less than 85%. The long awaited bell rang out like an cherub serenading us. We all filled out of the blue slabs and headed upstairs towards the English corridor: which thankfully lay only on the first floor of the building.
I slithered into my seat and watched as the 'in' crowd lolly gagged in around 10 minutes later; Lucy paraded in a new skin tight shiny body-con skirt that closely resembled a tail of a fish with the scales if you asked me.
She strolled right up to my desk and slowly bent down towards my ear and almost inaudibly whispered "Carter chose me you little slut, so if you don't back off you will see what I'm made of and see how I can make your life so miserable suicide will look pretty dang good." With those final words to me she swaggered off swaying her implanted arse to grab the attention of the male population (and gained it). I struggled through the rest of my first hour of English completing my Of Mice And Men CA (A/N a controlled assessment and that is basically an essay) hoping to get at least a 'B' in it. After the bell rang and the class parted for the five minute break we get allotted each double lesson, Mr Peterson politely knocked on the door and told my teacher that he wished to speak to me about my current grades in this subject which I was totally confused about seeing as his subject speciality was history. I picked up my sorry excuse for a school bag an traipsed out of the classroom.
"Miss Fair-Hart you have shown a great deal of improvement in English in the past term (A/N semester), and for this we have decided to put you into the top set to see how you cope with the work pace and difficulty of that class if you need any help I am setting up a tutor for you and that role will be taken up by Mr Matthews, is that ok?" Dumbfounded I found myself nodding- the realisation hit home.
