Detention.

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by XxCannibal-HorrorxX
by XxCannibal-HorrorxX
                                    
                                              Travis just rolled his eyes at what Alec had told him, as they walked up the school steps and into the halls.
                          "And what time do you go to bed at?" Travis asked, glaring at him.
                          Alec thought for a moment. "Okay you have a point there, but I don't make myself have bags under my eyes."

                          Travis was just quiet as he put his stuff in his locker and grabbed his algebra book. He walked to his class leaving Alec by his locker. He was the only one in class. He would always be the first one to class as everyone else talked to their  many friends in the hallways. 
                          He took his seat and put his backpack on the back of the chair. He looked around at his surroundings and it was pretty quiet. I mean it was only him there, anyways. Until he could hear some growling. As I said, there was no one else In the class but him. Where was it then? In the halls perhaps?...or maybe was it just his stomach growling from not eating the disgusting breakfast his mother had made him?
                          As he began to wonder, the class started filling up. So it was really hard to here any growling or anything in that matter. The teacher had handed out some papers to do before they got on with class. As Travis took out his pencil to do so, he could feel wet papery substance hitting him in the back of the head, he got hit with a spit ball.
                          He Turned around in his chair and looked to see who was ever doing it. But he didn't see anyone with even a straw or anything in that matter to even blow a spit ball. So he went back and focused on his paper, it had happened once again. He turned around quickly. 
                          "Whoever is doing this, this isn't funny!" He yelled as the teacher got onto him for already disrupting the class and she walked over to him.
                          "If you can't learn to respect my class, then I guess you can learn to respect. Detention.  After school for four hours." She said to him giving him a note, while the others in class just laughed at his paranoia. His mind zoned out the laughing. All he could care about right know was two things. First. The growling and then the disgusting spit balls..