The clicking of the clock is so loud. Its incessant ticking is drumming into my ear. I shake my knee 3 times as fast as the clock and tap my pencil at the same rate as my leg. I can't stand this, I'm missing football training, and coach said that if I miss anymore trainings, I can't play on Friday. All for what? Because I was stupid enough to get caught?
I can see Bailey giving me an irritated glare out of the corner of my eye. Of course she's writing out lines. Only Bailey Garcia would write out lines in detention when we aren't required to. I wonder how she ever got here in the first place. As far as I know, she has never broken a single rule in her life. Bailey has had 'Most Likely To Succeed' locked down since 7th Grade, and has had her college applications ready to send away since 9th. I almost find it reassuring that she's in detention with me, she's probably the best student in our grade and if shes here, I can't be doing that bad... right?
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns
Teen FictionA Jock, A Princess, A Brain and A Loner. 4 teenagers sit in detention; but no, this is no Breakfast Club situation. Each one has a reason for sitting there, in that dusty old classroom at 3:30pm on a Friday afternoon. No one is, by any means, innoce...
