Detention really? The public school system is jank. It makes no sense. It says that if you punch me we both get suspended because I "antagonized" you. What even is that?
I make my way to the detention room and take in my surroundings. The hallway is dimly lit and has cobwebs all over. When I enter room 145 my eyes grow wide. There is green slime oozing from the walls and the room is crawling with bugs and jocks.
Just kidding although there are more jocks in here than I have limbs. It's a very normal classroom with a bland looking teacher that I've never seen before eating a sandwich.
I take a seat and grab my math folder out of my backpack. I put one of my headphones in my ear with my hand covering it since it's snaked throw my sweatshirt. One of the jocks approaches me.
"Hey, you're in that glee club right?" he asks putting a hand on my worksheet.
"If by glee club you mean drama or chorus than yes I am." I harshly respond.
All those thick headed dumb jocks used to tease me. In first grade I had a pink Care Bears lunch box and it said "I love you" on it. They used to point and laugh and ask me about who I love. NOBODY! I don't love anybody!
The jock just huffed and went back to his dumb friends in the corner of the room. I looked around and saw a familiar face. Beth White was sitting in the back crocheting. She's ranked number two in the class so why the heck is she in here?
"What are you in for?" I ask her.
"I punched out English substitute Miss Piggy cause she said I couldn't sing along when we were watching "Les Mis" in class" Beth says shrugging, returning to her scarf.
