Great, now I'm lost.
Guess what that means?!
I'm listening to music and walking around until I recognize some part of this school.
So here I am dancing around, swinging my arms arounds as if I'm standing in the middle of a big busy road signaling directions and I have no idea which way to lead the vehicles.
"Excuse miss where is your pass?" A man who looks about 40 comes up to me and towers over me with a raised eyebrow wait for for an answer I'm about to bullshit in the next two seconds.
" You see sir, I went to the bathroom and I had my pass inside my left pocket of my sweater and as I bend over to flush the toilet it fell out and into the toilet..." I sigh in disappointment after I finish.
"Uh-huh young lady follow me." He signaled me over with two fingers.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. -Detention Hall 101-
"You are to be in here for the rest of the day, I don't not tolerate skippers and liars."
I roll my eyes as he leaves me in a room full of delinquents.
As I sit in a pretty comfortable seat, this old lady ,who I guess is the "babysitter" to all these hooligans, comes up to me and gives me a packet that says I must write down what foolish acts I committed until I am released.
Then guess what the old lady did?
She left me in a room full of troublemakers, alone.
Let me remind you I am the only girl in here.
In less than 4 seconds I was surrounded by lots of testosterone.
Oh boy I hope they don't notice how overwhelmed they're making me feel.
"Well,well what brings a little angel like you into our hell." Says some blonde hot tamale who grabbed a piece of my hair and creepily sniffed it.
I couldn't pull away I was frozen in fear.
But I found my voice.
"Some security guard didn't believe my lie of dropping my bathroom pass in the toilet."
Then all hell broke lose, it was so hot in there I felt their laughter burn my skin the louder it got.
"Damn baby you've got some sparkling fire in you."
" I'm sorry what makes you say that?"
"The man who walked you in is the principle and I believe you hurt his feelings with your little story." Said another guy from the back, I couldn't see him, but his voice sounded very familiar.
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