Changing

Chapter 9- Assigned Detention

He pulled me and my friends over to them, while the lunch lady tried to calm Bree down. "My shirt is ruined! It was my favorite and now it's garbage! And it's all their fault!!" She screamed, pointing at me. "What?! We didn't do anything! We were just talking like we usually do, and then you threatened me!" I defended myself.

"Yeah right! Then why is there soup stains on your sleeves!" I glanced at my wrist to see my the tips of my lace "jacket" had a brown stain at the bottom, right where Noah's hand used to be. They. Set. Me. Up. "But I didn't do it! I've never done anything like this in my life!! They set me up!" I complained

"Yeah! They set us up! It's completely unfair!" Ashlyn joined in. "Don't trust them! They're the reason so many people move away from this school!" Eve whined. The lunch lady waved her hand, "Save it! You three have detention tonight when school ends. Now honey, let's go get you something from the lost and found." The woman said patting Bree's shoulder, "It's okay, I keep an extra pair of clothesin my locker. I just can't believe someone would do this!" She started crying again.

The lunch lady glared at us before escorting Bree out of the room. On the way out, Bree turned quickly around, smirked, then kept walking. "MY EYELINERS IS RUNNING!" She shrieked right as she left. I looked at her back in disbelief, we just got detention because of some stupid girl who is so shallow that she screams about her makeup. Wow.

I turned around to see Eve and Ashlyn glaring at her as well, I can always trust them to hate her like I do. The bell rang, and I grabbed my lunch box and scurried out the door. I arrived at room 125 in a matter of minutes. It was Math, with Mr.Clark. He was a over weight man, with too tight shirts, that everyone hates. I took in a breath and walked in, and sitting at the assigned seat he told me to go to.

I held my head in my hands, and waited for the rest of the class to come. Sadly, this is one of the two periods without Eve and Ashlyn. Which sucks. The bell rang a second time signaling class was going to start, and the rest of the class filed in. No one was assigned to my table, I guess it's not that bad. The less people, the better, much less drama. Then three girls strutted into the room, they were blonde, and popular. Also known as Bree, Rosie, and Chrystal.

Mr. Clark pointed to my table, and they walked over. Mr.Clark, like everyone else, watched them sit down and pull out matching pink sparkly supplies. I so hate this class. Bree smiled evilly, "How nice, miss soup spiller is at our table." Her friends giggled, and her pride swelled. "Actually, this is my table. Oh look, Miss Barbie came to visit. How nice." The class laughed at my comment, and I smiled.

I noticed she had changed into a entirely different outfit, one that was carefully picked out and matched perfectly. "Like my outfit? It's my Monday wear, picked it especially for today." She said flipping her hair.

Wait, what did she say?! She planned this out, she picked an outfit because she knew this would happen. She planned the whole thing, I knew it. I glared at her, another reason to hate Math. Mr.Clark started class, with a calculator. Of course, everyone said he would. He assigns work that he can't even do himself, he didn't even major in math.

I slumped down in my seat, and a note was passed onto my desk. Without thinking, I opened it. "Hey future BFF. Sorry." I read it again confused. Flipping it over, I scribbled on the back. "I'm not your BFF, and what do you mean sorry?" I passed the note to her, and immediately she stood up, gaining the classes attention.

"Mr. Clark! Rebecca is passing notes!" She said strutting up to the front of the classroom and handing it to him. He opened the note and read it out loud, "Bree this class is so stupid, especially Mr.Clark. I mean look at him! So ugly right?" Bree had switched the notes. I stood up, pushed my chair back, and slammed my fist on the desk. "I. Did. Not! Mr. Clark she's been getting me in trouble for things I didn't do just because I won't be friends with a bratty person like herself!"

He held up his hand, "Enough with the lies Miss Lee! Now tell me-" He held the note between his middle finger, and index finger. "-What is the meaning of this?!" He demanded.

"But Mr.Clark, sir, I didn't-" he interrupted me, "No excuses! You have detention, I hope your happy." He tossed the note on my desk, and continued his lesson. Great! Just great! Now I have two detentions, and another level of hate in Bree. I thought, crossing my arms and slumping down deeper into my chair.