The bell rings and everyone frantically files out the classroom door, except Peter and I. Mr Dutchman was pretty chill when it came to detentions, we were allowed to talk and we didn't have to copy down lines. Basically the punishment was wasting a lunchtime and calling your parents. I looked over at Peter who was stuttering as he tried to explain himself to Mr Dutchman. "s-sir, I I was just t-trying to help her". Since Peter was such a great student Mr Dutchman let him off with a warning and didn't call his parents. But I wasn't so lucky. 5 minutes into the detention Mr Dutchman's phone buzzes. He picks up before scampering out of the classroom like a scared animal. "what was that about?" Peter questioned. I laughed then showed him my phone screen. I had sent an anonymous message saying that Mr Dutchman's car was on fire. Peter squeaked "why would you do that! Your going to get yourself in so much trouble" "he won't find out it was me unless you tell him" I raised an eyebrow at Peter. He shuffled nervously in his seat then agreed not to snitch on me. "don't try to act like you didn't find that funny" I giggled. "actually yeah it was kinda amusing" Peter quietly agreed.
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