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I GROAN OUT of frustration as the bell rings on this horrible Friday afternoon. I roll my eyes for like the seventh time this hour, refusing to get up and pack my books.
"Mrs. De La Cruz, if you roll your eyes too much they might fall out of your skull." The teacher, Mr. van Patrick, calls out as he notices me. It earned him a few chuckles of students who were in this class as well before they leave the classroom with bright smiles on their faces.
"I wouldn't have to roll my eyes this much if you wouldn't give detention." I speak out loud, eventually getting up from my seat. I pick up my backpack from the floor before placing my books and notebooks, who I never use, in it.
"Take this as a friendly reminder, Mrs. de la Cruz, but with that attitude you won't convince any teacher to change their minds about detention." He says as he looks up, his eyes looking over his small glasses that hangs low on his nose.
"But I did nothing this hour!" I defend myself slowly walking up towards his desk.
"Exactly." He nods. "You've done nothing...litterly! All you did was hang in your seat and sleep. I don't need those type of students in my class." He says and picks up his pen from his notebook.
"Mr. P, listen." I say. "I'm your best scoring student. How can you punish your best scoring student?" I ask him.
"You've failed one question in my test that left you with a A-." He glares at me, looking up from the detention slip in his hands.
"Well, you failed me to teach me that question." I shrug and now, he was the one to roll his eyes.
"Detention, Rue." He gives up. "And if you continue complaining about it, I'll be making it two hours." He threatens.
"Oh yeah, sure." I say sarcastically. "I mean it's not like I've got a life to rule but I mean, that can wait." I nod.
He tears the detention slip from its holder before handing it over to me. I take it and look down at it before Mr. van Patrick continues on his paper work.
"Three hours!" I almost yell.
I groan again before turning around. I notice the empty classroom and I groan even harder before heading towards the door. "Oh, and Mrs. de la Cruz!" The teacher calls out.
"The answer to that one question wasn't 6o degrees under water." I watch how a devilish smirk pulls up on his face. "The official answer was 60 degrees under surface."
"I-" I cut myself off to prevent myself getting more hours. Instead, I took a deep breath. I smile fake at him before I turn around to continue my walk through the empty hallway.
Friday night. The day where everyone is preventing themselves to get in trouble. Because if they do, they undergo the same punishment as I do : detention.
