Partners in Detention

Chapter 2

"Okay trouble makers. You can leave now." Thank God. I want to leave this hell-hole as fast as humanly possible. "Miss Cherry, please wait."

"Yes, Mrs. Lennox?" I really hate this lady. She took any joy I had left.

"I noticed you didn't work on anything today. Can you please tell me what you were doing?" Wow, now she's getting personal. I really hate her and I don't even have her as a teacher.

"I was just reflecting on life and how I could make my life worth living. What were you doing?" Satan. I really want to just say that to her face because her eyes were locked on a computer screen so who knows what she was looking at.

"Um, I was um. That's none of your business." Yep. She was watching porn. Just like all the other school administrators.

"Well, can I leave now? I kind of need to eat so I don't die sooner than I want to."

"Fine. Leave, but stop being so snobby. I don't like girls with attitudes." Does she think I care what she likes? Because I most certainly do not care about anything that has to do with her life.

Wait. Why did I want to go to lunch, I don't have any friends. I just ignore that fact that I will be eating alone in the bathroom. Again. The only friends I have are those online who support me more than family.
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Hi, guys! I'm back. Sorry about the wait, my instructor made me put my electronics completely away. Anyways how have you guys been? I have been just as lonely as always. I have a really big secret that I need to tell you. I have been hiding for many years because I questioned if I was straight, gay, or bi. I just realized today in detention.
When I beat up a guy for picking on a girl. I have never felt more ashamed of boys until today. I realized I cared about that girl but only for a couple of reasons.
1. She is so sweet and innocent
2. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
I know what I want. And what I want is to kiss her.
I know that sounds crazy but believe me. If you saw her you would want to kiss her also, but she is mine. Well, I want her to be anyways.
~What is the girls' name????~ @kiln
Well her name is confidential. Sorry, I can't tell you that until I actually get to have a conversation with her.
Hey, do any of you guys have any conversation starters? I have no friends except you guys so I desperately need help.
~hey hottie. Wanna make out?~
~wanna make out? Corn flakes~
~what's your name?~
Okay!!!! That's quite enough. I'm not going to ask her to make out with me. That's a bad first impression.
I have to go to calculus now. Byeee!!
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Ugh why am in calculus? Oh, wait, I know because I am supposedly super smart. My parents have put me in advanced classes ever since second grade. I hate being advanced because everyone thinks you are going to be a snobby bitch who knows everything. The truth is, I don't want this, I have been trying to fail for my whole life but it just takes way to much effort to fail.

"Miss Cherry. Would you please come up to the front of the room and solve this problem?" Mr. Zierke is a great teacher. How could I disappoint him?

It's a simple problem that just asks me for the speed of how fast bob is going. I am able to finish within about two minutes, then I just go back down to my seat before he can ask me to explain. 

"Thank you Meriya. But it looks like you made a mistake. He should have been going at 30 mph, not 28."

"Check my math Zierke. I did it correctly like I always do," Man, why won't he just take my word. I never get anything wrong. Curse these smarts in my brain.

Mr. Zierke is literally just doing the problem himself and it's going exactly how I did. After he finally finishes and he comes out with the same answer he says, "Well. It looks like you are right. Again. Maybe you should just be the teacher."

"How about not. I am not going to college to teach math. That's what you did. I don't aspire to be a mathematician. I like English more. Thank you and good day." With that, the bell rings and I walk out of class. I am so glad that I said that to my teacher, even though is is super cool.

"Meriya Cherry. Please come to the front office. Meriya Cherry." Shit. What did I do this time? Did I get called for another day of detention? Who cares. 

As I'm walking down to the office every person I pass is staring at me like I am a mass murderer. Like their eyes are bulging out of their head and I have no clue as to why. They look like they are trying to figure out a mystery or that they know everything that is going to happen. 

"What?" I say to a guy that blocks my way.

"I just want you to know that you deserve way worse than what you are getting. You are a whore and the biggest cunt I have ever met." Wow. Harsh much? I don't even know who this kid is. Only that he is in my grade but I have never had an actual conversation with him.

"Please move out of my way. I need to go to the office." I ask politely as though nothing he just said phased me. He looks stunned that I didn't run away crying. He moves out of my way but before I pass him he flips the bird. 

By the time I get to the office, I have been called a bitch three times and have been pointed at and whispered at quite a few times. When I walk into the office all I see are the cops and her.