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Detention

My hand held up my head, stopping it from crashing onto the desk. My eyes flickered open. I want to drop out of school so bad, I hate this place so much.

I pulled my phone, which was now vibrating, out of my back pocket. I held it in my lap, under the desk so that the teacher wouldn't see. A message flashed onto the screen.

Becca : fÜck this class mannnnnn

I smiled at her message and looked towards my shoulder to see her sitting at her desk, looking quite smug. I quickly replied, keeping the conversation going

Less : I knowwwww, this sucks

Becca : I swear, if he starts talking about his dog again I'm going to flip my shït

Less : haha I'll join you there mate

Becca : I saw you and Adam today, he still off with you?

Less : yeah :/ ......

Becca : man that sucks

Becca : you're gonna have to do something about him, he can't treat you like this

Less : I know, I think I'm gonna br-

Before I could finish replying, a tall figure burst into the classroom. He fumbled around, trying to find a place to sit. He found a spare desk right in front of me, throwing his books onto the table and slumping down in his seat.

"Late again are we Mr Clifford" bawled the teacher in a suspicious tone.

The boy nodded and looked over his shoulder. His eyes tried to find the clock behind me but ended up landing on me. The second we locked eyes, he flashed a bright smile. My stomach felt weird.

"Mr Clifford?" Hissed the looming figure, making Michaels head snap towards the front.

"If you're going to be late to my class and then stare into space I think you should join us in a detention" growled the teacher as he handed Michael a yellow detention slip.

The teachers eyes glared around the classroom. I pretended to do my work, forgetting that my phone was still on my lap. It lit up with a new message.

"And you!" Came a booming voice as Mr Lyles pointed his long, bony finger at me.

I looked him right in the eye.

"CellPhones are not permitted and therefore you shall be joining Mr Clifford in detention"

I really hate how he talks. He tries to add every other possible word he can think of into any sentence. It made me resent him more than I did already.

I let out a dramatic sigh. Really? A detention? Today?

I was handed a yellow slip which I quickly shoved into my pocket, along with my phone. There is no way that twät's going to confiscate it.

I returned to my original position, propping my head up with my hand and started doodling in my notes. I kept looking back at the clock, time seemed to slow down, leaving me to my thoughts until the bell rang.

A/n

I know it's short but oh well. Trying my best to make sure this story isn't cliche AF but tbh I think I'm failing.

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