Time to go home, well, at least for the most fortunate. For me, however, I am stuck in detention with the Iceberg. I walk into the Detention Hall and sit in the front row. "Okay, delinquents, phones in the basket, let's go." Ms. Bloomberg says after closing the door. She walks around with a bin for our phones. I place mine in. "No talking, no getting out of your seats, no food, no drinks, no gum, and absolutely no talking." I raise my hand.
"Um, can we do homework?"
"What did I just say? Absolutely not. This is not a Study Hall. This is detention." She sits down at her desk.
"Great," I huff under my breath.
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Anger, Love, and Loss
Novela JuvenilSarah was just living her normal high-school life, (Fight with sister, hang out with friends, etc.) when it starts to pour downhill, until a boy comes and turns it around.
