Perspective

3- It's not prison, chill

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really really—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I shout.

"Miss Ryder!" Mr.Crawford bellows. "Detention for using such language in my classroom!"

Are you serious? I managed to get through the last 3 years of highschool without a detention. Thanks to Asher Bradley, I have my first detention.

"Yes sir," I tell Mr.Crawford.

"Make sure you pick up a pink slip from me after class." He says and goes back to his work.

Most of the class is staring at me. I glare at some people and they turn away.

"You idiot," I hiss at Asher.

He simply gives me a huge grin in response.

"I have to go to detention! That'll ruin my reputation. It'll be on my records and then colleges will see," I say, panicking.

Asher rolls his eyes. "It's not prison, chill."

Breathe, Chase. You are calm and collected. You will not under any circumstance punch Asher.

I glance at the clock and sigh.

15 minutes left of class.

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"Yo, Chase! What the hell are you doing here?" I hear Dixie call out.

His real name's Dexter, but everyone calls him Dixie. We met in middle school and became friends in 8th grade. We're still friends, but we've grown apart.

"Got in trouble for telling Asher to shut the fuck up," I say, walking towards him. I sit in the desk behind him. "Why are you here?"

He turns around his chair and straddles it. "Let mice loose in Smith's class."

"Nice," I hold my hand up for a high five which he accepts.

I scan the room and see that it's almost empty. There's 2 kids in the left corner of the room that are vaping. There's only four of us in the room and the teacher isn't here yet.

"Who's on duty today?" I ask Dixie.

"No clue. It's a mystery that is yet to be solved," Dixie replies.

"What are we even supposed to do in here?"

"Well, we can't be on our phones or talk. So, basically, nothing. I hope you enjoy staring at walls because that's all we're really allowed to do."

I chuckle. "You could do homework or read."

Dixie snorts. "Please, Chase. I don't do that shit."

"I do, though," I say, pulling my math binder out from my backpack just as a teacher walks in.

"Remember, you guys get out at 5:30 which is about 45 minutes from now," The teacher says, setting her bag down on the desk at the front.

45 minutes later, the teacher lets us leave. I managed to get some of my math homework done, so I felt a bit productive.

"See ya later, Chase," Dixie says as we exit the classroom.

I wave and turn the corner to go to the doors that lead to the senior parking lot. The hallways are empty which gives it an eerie look.

The silence was actually creepy.

"Boo!"

I scream. Like, literally scream. I didn't even know I could be that high pitched and loud.