DETENTION!
The word that every student dread. The teacher's beady eyes looking down on you shamelessly, capable if cracking the back of your skull, as you sit there unable to move. Anger bubbling inside of you as you question the choice of coming to this school. "why?" you would ask hopelessly as deep down you already now that once the vultures decide, they rarely change their minds.
"Are you answering back?" The familiar words the teachers use so much, it now feels like a chant they say to children, daring them to speak so they can give you a worse punishment, and enjoy your happiness sapping out of your body leaving you trapped in time, cursed to relive the annoying same moment again. The words are like a defence mechanism for vultures, so they didn't get humiliated in front of the sacred mice (the children). The brave and stupid would try to seek attention by pressing the teacher further only achieving a trip to the ready or getting themselves down to isolation.
"I didn't do anything" you would whisper but then soon regret it because you know you have fallen into the teache's trap. You know what the teacher is going to say because you have already recited it in your head. "DETENTION AND A PHONE CALL HOME!" Each student will have a different comeback From the vulture's, and you will predict when this happens because you can see their lips curl up into a smile, then there face scrunched up then finally their eyes blinking at least twice, till the words come out of their mouths like a tsunami wave carrying fear on its back, and heading right for you. The three golden rules that apply to any teacher's you will, unfortunately, have to encounter and remember.
Once this has happened, they now know they have won. The only defence mice have is the word sorry. Whether they mean it or not, these five key letters are the only words that can change the teacher's mind.
If your parents are reasonable, when the call reaches, then you can tell them it was a mistake and they would understand, and you can sleep knowing that no punishment awaits you the day after. If you have parents that believe everything the teachers say is true, then (in my experience) you could spend the next 1-2 months grounded, unable to go on your devices you hold so dearly. At this moment my heart is racing, sweat trickling down my arms, my mouth opened shocked at the very words that came out of the teacher's mouth. My brain bombarded with questions like what are my parents going to say? Or what am I going to do? I shudder as the bell rings to show school over, I quickly say a prayer and cross my fingers hoping it will add to my slim chance of the teacher not calling home. I walk past my friends not feeling like talking and run straight home with my mind still possessed with questions.
I reach the door, nerves for what awaits me, I take a step, my courage overpowering my fear and I am greeted with the face of my father staring down at me
"How was school?"
