Detention 1
" Detention!" The principal Mrs. Curry, yells. I stand up in her seat.
" what!" I yell back. You can't give me detention! Again."
" oh yes I can. This is the third time you've painted the school with rainbows on the walls. Mrs. Curry replies.
I cross my arms. " the school needs more color."
" the school needs more good girls and less Khya." Mrs. Curry shoots back.
I roll my eyes. " Fine. I'll be there during lunch."
" ah, ah, ah. You'll be there after school."
" Excuse me?"
" You are excused. Get back to class."
" That's not what I meant." I groan.
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That day after school, I walk into the small detention room. I takes a seat in the back.
" Nope, Khya! Front" Mrs. Curry says.
"No." I lift my feet onto the desk.
" Khya". Front"
" Nah, I'm good." I look at my nails earning a chuckle from the boy next to me.
" What'd you do?" He whispers to me.
" I painted some flowers." I say proudly.
" That was you? Oh wow. That was great." He says.
I nod. " That's why I did it."
" Lucas!" Khya! No talking. See? The sign says no talking. Mrs. Curry interrupts.
" Whatever." I yawn.
And that, that is now detention started.
Detention 2
Silence.
That's all detention was, a room full of teens and absolute silence.
I sigh loudly. Mrs. Curry head snaps up with a deathly glare. I roll my eyes and look at the boy next to her, Lucas, as Mrs. Curry writes something on a piece of paper. I kick Lucas' chair.
He slowly turns his head a little. "Yes?" He says just above a whisper.
I bring my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet.
' sorry'. He mouths.
I nod a little and hold my finger out to him, telling him to wait.
I get into my backpack and I pull out a piece of paper and a pencil. I write ' so what's do you? ' and I pass it back to Lucas. Lucas likes to be called Luke. So let's stick with that.
Luke reads the paper and bites his lip.
I still can't believe we've never met. We are always in detention I have never seen Luke, yes, but I never spoke to him.
Luke takes his pen and replies back to me with ' whip creamed a car, shook up a soda before opening it, and painted the walls.'
He hands the paper back to me.
I sit there. He's bad.
I. Like. Bad.
Just like any other girl, I had a type.
And Luke, Luke was definitely my type.
Detention 3
I fold up the piece of paper Luke had given to me about thirty minutes ago. I couldn't stop re - reading it.
