The Way Back To You

Chapter 13

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Detention.

Oh...There are so many words in the English language I can use to describe this state of torture, but the most general-and accurate-one worded description would be HELL.

On Earth.

Like, literally.

I think I zoned out about an hour ago, but thankfully there's only a few minutes left. 

This classroom smells like my boxing locker room...So...Sweat, dirt, and a whole lot of blood, but bleach can be used as a substitute.

We're down in the basement, near the janitor's closet and down here it's all damp and dingy. Miserable place this is.

I sniff and lean my arm across the table, resting my forehead on the desk. I'm just lucky I don't have a match today, or else Coach Lawrence would kill me, then hide my body, and find a new boxer. But even he knows he won't find anyone else like me. 

My eyes lift up to the clock on the wall in the corner. Its ticking is driving me insane. Move already you stupid hand...

About a minute later, it begrudgingly inches over to the left and a loud ringing sounds all throughout the room. I clap my hands to my ears so they don't start bleeding.

Everyone stirs and straightens up, looking to the front of the room where Mrs. Parker, an old, unpleasant woman with frizzing hair is still asleep in a big chair.

I look around uncertainly. How did she sleep through that bell? It was loud as fuck!

Wait...She isn't-She isn't dead, is she?"

A girl in an over-sized hoodie slowly rises from her seat and walks towards Mrs. Parker.

"Um...Can we, er...?"

She shakes her shoulder, but the old woman lets out a snore and stays put.

The girl kicks the desk. "Mrs. Parker?"

No reply.

The girl turns around to face us all and shrugs. I impatiently get to my feet and so do a few people around me. We're not waiting for her to decide nappytime is over. I have a lot better things to do than sit in a grungy classroom all day.

Things like...Okay, well, since I don't have a match, I actually have nothing better to do. And that's sad.

I purse my lips. I guess I'd just better head back to Coach Lawrence's place and spend the day in the van. It's basically my place now. I live there. 

I wasn't lying when I told April I didn't have a home. But that probably freaked her out. 

I let out a low chuckle at the thought.

She's crazy. Absolutely crazy.

She gets mad at me for helping her, because apparently she can handle everything herself.

Oh, I'm sure.

If it wasn't for me, she'd probably be dead, and that brother of hers would still be licking wounds from a beating he could have gotten had I not intervened.