It was a precious October day. Friday. 13th. Beautiful. We were in biology class studying how flies fly... Except for the fact that we were in English studying how to plan a story before it has been written. Well, watching the flies was really interesting, and I was enjoying it. I mean, who plans a sentence before it's said? Which bird plans it song before it sings? No one does that, and so, I will always write spontaneously. And my stories will have spirals and twists and turns that no one will se coming... Not even me. Suddenly, the teacher shouted my name. He seemed really angry, without no reason.
"Lauren, what are you doing?!" He said. "Nothing sir..." I answered. "Well, I see that you're not doing anything. And so, you will have the pleasure to stay here until six o'clock." I. Was. Just. Watching. The. Flies. I started to draw on my English book, that looked more like a big painting than like a book.
I heard steps of someone running loudly outside, and then the classroom door opened doing a big noise. It was just George Klee. "Mister Klee, you will join Miss Porter this afternoon." Said Mr. Brush. Great. I was in detention. With George Klee. Can I please die now?
