Ronnie has been sent to Detention and has to endure pestering from various individuals. Can he manage to get through the next three hours with these 'pests'? Maybe...but you'll have to read and find out.
The rain still poured outside, cats-and-dogs style. I could see the kids outside running for shelter under a shed that was just in front of the school.
I stood at the window, staring into space, wondering what I would be doing if I were home.
Probably sleeping, I told myself.
"Are you listening," a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hellooo...," Anastasia called, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Sorry," I said, blinking to get back my focus. "What did you say?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter now." She sat in the second chair from the window; I decided to sit in the one right up to it.
"Okay," I said disappointed. "What are you doing?"
"Just drawing a picture," she said, tapping the sketch pad on her desk with the pencil in her hand.
"Is that my sketch pad?"
"Mayyybeee." She grinned. "Wanna see?"
"Sure, why not." When she turned the sketchpad to me, a drawing of me standing at the window with the rain pouring outside was there. "Wow, you're good!"
"Thanks," she said as she blushed. She continued staring at the sketch. "You know, in sketches you look nice, but in person...you're cute."
I laughed and scratched the back of my head, and didn't respond. Then Anastasia leant forward and pecked my cheek. My whole body tensed and I blushed a thousand times in one moment.
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The girl just kissed me on the cheek...
She got up from her chair. "I'll be right back." She walked over to Miss Perris, who was now engrossed in another book - a magazine. I could see a few letters from a word on the front of the magazine.
P-L...Y...O-Y
Hmm...wonder what that is...
She hid the book in a hurry as soon as she noticed Anastasia getting closer. Okay then...weird.
"I'd like to use the washroom," she told Miss Perris, who nodded for her to go ahead. Anastasia waved and smiled at me as she left the room.
I turned around, just out of curiosity, and saw Calvin staring at me with a disgusted look. What's his problem? As he rose from his chair and went up to Miss Perris, now resuming reading her magazine, he kept my gaze, his disgust now changing to smug, until he reached the front.
Miss Perris once again hid her book and asked, "Why the hell are all you children bothering me? What do you want?"
"Washroom."
"Then just go!"
And then, briskly, he walked out of the room waving just like Anastasia, but smirking instead of smiling. I gasped.
