Detention

     
        ​"I can't believe it. I just can't believe it!" I mumble to myself as I walk down the pale colored hallway lined with lockers and doors leading to different rooms. "I haven't even been at this school for a week, I swear that teacher has it out for me," I say as I finally reach my destination....detention.

I sigh deeply and open the door, walking in. I see a lone boy sitting near the front. He's wearing worn out jeans with a blue t-shirt and faded black converse. My first thought is that I love his shoes, converse are the only things that I own. I walk forward and plop down a couple of seats away from him. I rest my head on my hand and a few pieces of my red hair falls in my face, making me have to blow it out of the way. I silently wait for the teacher to show up. The sooner he's here, the sooner I can get this over with. About 5-10 minutes later Mr. Alderman walks in, he's a Spanish teacher who's in his mid thirties, typing away on his phone. He walks up to the desk that's in the corner and sets down his bag.

He then finishes his text before looking up, "Welcome to detention. There will be no talking, and if you have no homework or something productive to do or I will give you an assignment to do instead. Now, get to work."  I sigh heavily and get out my math homework, I look at the first problem and close the book. There is no way that I am going to do that. A phone rings and I look up to see Mr. Alderman answer it saying, "hello?" I look around the room to try and find something else to do besides my math homework. "Im leaving now," he says as he starts to pick up his bag, "I will be there as soon as I can." He hangs up and stops just in front of the door and looks back to address us, "there has been an emergency and I have to leave, Oliver the janitor will let you out when detention is over." Than without another word, he rushes out the door.

I sit there staring at the door for a few minutes until I look over at the boy. "Is he even allowed to do that?" I ask. He just shrugs and looks back at his homework. After a few moments of silence I ask, "So...I'm Lyric, what's your name?" He looks at me, and it's then that I notice that he has hazel eyes, making my green ones look dull, "My name's Xavier." "Well, that's a cool name. What are you in here for?" I ask. "I got in a fight." He answers after a few minutes of silence. I nod a little,"I've had my fair share of those." He tilts his head a little and squints his eyes slightly, "aren't you new to school?" I look back over at him,"yes, how did you know?" The side of his mouth turns up slightly and he shakes his head slightly, "it's not very common for someone to switch schools in the middle of the semester, especially not in this small town." I nod in understand, not elaborating on why I switched schools.

"So why are you here?" He asks politely. I sigh, "well, apparently I'm failing geometry, which is not my fault because there is no way for anyone to understand that gibberish, and when I went to ask her about my grades she says that I had attitude and to much sass so she sent me to detention," I sigh and lean back in my seat, " she hates me for some reason that is unknown to me." He nods, making some of his dark hair, brown almost black, fall into his eyes.

He doesn't bother to move it out of the way. We end up talking throughout the rest of our time in detention, just useless stuff like, what's your favorite color (we both love blue), animal (his is a koala, mine is a penguin), favorite music genre (we both love 80's/90's), all that random stuff that doesn't really mean anything but yet it does. We talked about soccer because we both hate football and how we both love horror movies. And after about an hour of rambling, Oliver shows up saying that we were free to go.

We both grab our stuff and walk out the doors together. "So, since tomorrow is Saturday, do you want to go grab coffee or something? I know this really cool place that has live music." He asks once we are at the fork in the road where we have to walk separate ways. I smile and agree before we part ways, saying goodbye I make my way downtown.

I walk quite a few blocks to a more "shady" part of town, or what some people would call the "ghetto". I arrive at the front steps leading into "Miss Jessy's Home for Girls", basically a three story old house that people cram girls into when nobody wants to adopt them or when there are no foster parents willing to let them stay. I fall in the second category.

Well, home sweet home I guess.
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