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PROBLEM XVIII | RevengeIsBestServed In TheLackOfAir.
In English, Houston came in late today. Not the 'Two minute late' late, but the 'Fifteen minute late' late. But that is not what had me seething in my seat. Oh no, I was seething for the fact that Houston did not attain one single detention for it. The last time I stepped foot two minutes late in Mr. Hall's class, I fell victim to after school detention.
Houston nodded to Mr. Hall and padded his way calmly to me and sat beside me.
"You're late," I seethe. Houston cocked his eyebrow, "Sorry Mother," he said mockingly. I glared at him, "You're Fifteeen minutes late!" I exclaimed, as silence lapsed in the class. My anger had turned heads, I looked down in embarrassment.
Houston laughed, "You're a total entertainment package HoneyCakes," Houston mused, shaking his head, "What's the deal though, why thou seething?" I glared but couldn't help the crack of a smile that appeared on my face at his reference to old English.
He nudged me, and jerked his head, asking for an answer. I shook my head but smiled, "You came in like fifteen minutes late! The last time I came in like what, Two minutes late he slammed a detention slip in my hand!" I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation as Houston chuckled.
"Miss Lian, Detention after school," Mr. Hall's voice boomed, making me snap my head to the front of the class, "Wha-But I didn't do anything!"
Mr. Hall cocked an eyebrow, "You were talking," he said shrugging his middle aged shoulders as though it was nothing. Like hell, Nothing-
Houston tugged my hand down furiously, and gave me a panicked look, "It is not Nothing Miss Lian! And no foul language will be used in my class. Detention for three days after school!" Mr. Hall's voice boomed. Swear to the Almighty, he hates me!
Mr. Hall glared at me, "If I hated you, I'd get you thrown out the school, Miss Lian," he said, making the class snigger. Mr. Hall was a young teacher. A perfect person to debate with and lose miserably. By the looks of it, it was evident that he did not take shit from anybody in school. And boy did he like to keep it that way.
"But I still didn't do anything!" I exclaim. Mr. Hall glared at me again, his eyes narrowed to slits, "Detention. Five days. After school."
"But-"
His eye twitched in irritation, "One week," he seethed with his teeth gritting. Taking my cue to not argue anymore, I let Houston pull me down to my seat. I sat with down with a huff of annoyance.
