You've Got No Choice, You're Stuck With Me

“Stop throwing that, will you!” I shouted to the guy throwing paper balls at me for the past half hour in class.

“Miss O’Hara! What is happening down there?” Dr. Rowland scolded us from her desk “Detention. Both of you.”

“But ma’am, I was only stopping him from throwing paper balls at me!” I complained

“But shouting in class during the discussion is against the rules also” she muttered as she signed our slips.

I glared at the guy behind me “This is my first detention ever, you dickhead.”

“Congratulations for your new trophy O’Hara! And you’ll be spending it with me.” He smirked

“I’d rather eat pig shit.” I muttered as I packed my things to go to detention

“I’d love to see you do that.”  He stood up

He casually walked down the aisle to Dr. Rowland’s desk, not even worrying about detention. Of course, how would he worry about it when he gets detention everyday for doing almost every violation to almost every rule! I shrugged as I nervously walked to Dr. Rowland’s desk. Jealous glances from girls were thrown at me. They probably want to be in detention with Mr. No Good At All here. After all, he’s the school bad boy and all the girls bow down to his ugly attitude. I was being sarcastic there, not all the girl bow down to him. Actually, most of the girls want to throw eggs and tomatoes at him.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from the detention handler, alright?” Dr. Rowland gave us a stern look “And no smoking or any malicious acts during the detention.”

I snorted “Yes ma’am.”

“All right class,” she turned to my classmates while I walk outside the room “turn to page 368 of your books and answer the exercise in ten minutes. Chop chop.”

I walked down the corridor to the detention hall heavily. How would my dad react when he will learn about this? He would freak out, maybe. Or I can just not tell him. He might have another heart attack. Instead, I just got my earphones and listened to Birdy’s Just A Game and drowned myself into a world filled with music. And as I turned left, the Great Detention Hall greeted me. It wasn’t just a normal room, according to those who have tried detention. They say it’s like a Maze, you need to find your way out or else you’ll end up being in detention the whole night long. And I have no plans staying in a Maze for a whole night. I turned on the GPS on my phone to make sure where I am and therefore, I can get out in no time.

I walked towards the metal door and opened it. Instead of seeing a bloody, dark room, I saw a clean, unused classroom, a very smug-looking Chris Larkin seated at the middle of the room and a spectacle-wearing, stern looking teacher seated on the desk.

“You’re late. Your slip says 1:30. It’s already 1:45 young lady.” she said sternly

“Umm, Dr. Rowland gave me a last-minute talk” I glanced at my watch, it was still 1:25!

“Alrighty then,” she got out a small basket “hand over all your electronic gadgets, please.”

WHAT?! NO WAY! GET MY PHONE?! HELL NO.

My mind was shouting in the inside but I surrendered my phone anyway.

“Your iPod too, missy.” she pointed my earphones.

“Of course.” I reluctantly handed it in

I was now gadget-free, or so everyone thought. Being the internet addict I am, I’ve found ways to bring gadgets without being caught. My iPod nano sat looked like a watch on my wrist.