Dear Will

Detention Detention Detention.

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Chapter Three:

Wow, I thought. I had never seen anyone more... cold. He looked at me almost accusing. So different from the cool guy teaching me English. But there was something in his eyes, as if he was fighting himself from inside. He was gorgeous. His messy dark brown hair and those eyes... I felt like melting and like being hypnotized. I felt my knees going weak and like I was gonna fall. But I was so immersed in his eyes, his face, his stare. He was so pale, and looked tired and stressed. Probably was like in his 30s or something, but he was cute. His eyes... though they seemed sad, and playful and funny at the same time.

I kept thinking about him while heading to Math class. When I arrived my friends were there already. Vienna waved and pointed a sit beside her.

I kept on my reading from last night and I was so concentrated on my reading that I didn't heard when the teacher came. When I looked up I was fully disappointed. He was frowning at them while trying to shut them up.

"Quiet!" he yelled. His voice was cranky and bitter. His hair was white and long and messy. He was extremely short and looked pissed off.

Anyway, I sat there and as soon as he began the lesson I felt like sleeping. I placed my arms around my head and closed my eyes. I was sad because of Mr. Randy, he was so cool and made us laugh and made Math seemed easy. This new teacher made it looked like it was going to be hell, in the 5 minutes he had my attention.

I was feeling like I was about to fall asleep when in my unconscious I heard my last name being called.

"Ms. Emerson..." Was I was dreaming?

"Ms. Emerson!" someone yelled. I looked up and say Mr... oh my... what was his name?

"Ms. Emerson am I interrupting your sleep?" he sounded angry. Oh damn.

"Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." I excused myself.

"Save it, go to the principal" and he turned around to his desk and wrote something down.

"Here" he gave me the note and... damn, I had detention and needed to see the principal.

"And next time have some respect and stay home to sleep all you want Ms. Emerson" Damn, it wasn't even the first week and the new Math teacher already hated me. I really didn't meant to sleep. I was tired and... why does he even care? I wasn't doing anything to disturb his class. Oh well...

I was walking down the hall to the principal's office. Oh this was bad. A mark on my report, a stain on my reputation. In the past years that I've been spending in this high school I have never ever gotten dentention. This sucks!

I was walking and thinking of what excuse to tell, I mean I couldn't have detention. I didn't even knew how detention was. And why am I so paranoid about detention, it's just detention right? It's not a big deal right? I was just overreacting. How bad could detention be? I mean, it was more like a break, sounded good to me. Detention, detention, detention.