Hope

CHAPTER 3

Recess

That day at recess, I tell Hazel and Maya all about what happened while playing knock out.

"She slapped you!?" Maya asks, shocked.

"Ya, then after she said 'Nice shoulders, hope it hurt,'" I tell them trying to imitate Lynn's voice.

"Oh my gosh, that's terrible!" Hazel exclaims.

"Yeah."

"And Miss Smith gave her detention?" Hazel asks.

"Mhm, that's good though," I answer. Just then Sierra comes up to us.

"Oh gosh, Kaitlynn are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"I can't believe Lynn got detention!"

"Haven't we already covered this?" I ask, turning to Hazel and Maya.

"We'll talk later," Sarah tells me.

"Okay," I assure her. She runs off and I turn back to our game.

"After she sat down you should have seen the looks she gave me and Jess." I confide in them for the rest of recess.

. . .

Science Class

"Okay, take out your chemical reaction homework, and put it in the homework bin." Mr. Miller says, holding up a clear plastic bin. I look in my science folder, rummaging around for my paper. I can't find it anywhere, it isn't in there.

"Mr. Miller, my paper isn't here, I did it and I put it in here but it disappeared," I tell him.

"Well you better find it. Your grade goes down every day you don't turn it in."

"But I did it! Someone must have stolen it!" I yell at him.

"Children do not talk to adults that way!" he says loudly, "Go get a detention slip off my desk." My face burns. I walk quickly down the row of desks and pick up a green slip of paper. I bring it back to him and he fills it out and hands it back to me.

"Bring this to the office and come here at the end of the day. If you need to call your parents go ahead," he explains. I am definitely not telling my parents. I can just go to Kristian or Hazel's house after and text my parents to pick me up.

My face feels like it is on fire. A similar feeling to my shoulders. I walk back to my desk and put my face in my hands. Fighting back, yet again, more tears. But I will not allow these to cross my eyelids.

When the bell rings and we are about to leave, I see a wadded up paper fall out of Lynn's back pack. After she leaves I pick it up and uncrinkle it. My chemical reaction paper! I was right, Lynn stole it!

"Mr. Miller! Mr. Miller! I found my paper! It fell out of Lynn's bag!" I say excitedly.

"Well your grade won't go down, but you still have detention," he informs me. UGH! I want to scream at him right now, but that'll just get me in more trouble. So I just say,

"I understand."

. . .

Detention

I walk in and see 4 other kids there. A thin, blonde girl with gray-blue eyes, a normal-looking boy with shaggy, light brown hair, and green eyes, a very tall girl with bright orange hair, and hazel eyes, (which remind me of Hazel who is my best friend. I wish she were with me.) and a tall boy with dark, close-cropped hair, and blue eyes. Mr. Miller sits at his desk and says,

"Take a seat Kaitlynn. You can do homework or read, no talking." Great. This should be fun. I take out my book, and start reading.