But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 14- Pay Attention

"So... Because this is your first offence, you only have a detention?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"It's just a bit suspicious that you had to go to the deputy's office for an offence, but only got a detention for it... Usually such offences would lead to at least an isolation, a suspension or maybe even an exclusion." The woman droned.

"I'm here for my detention. Where should I sit?"

"Pfft. You can sit at the back." She pointed.

I amble towards the back and fling my bag under the desk.

The nearest desk was about two or three metres away, where a small, geeky, chestnut-haired guy sits. He must be here for a stupid reason, for he doesn't look like he'd hurt a fly.

I watched him scribble vigorously on his sketchpad.

"What are you drawing?"

"Just a sport's car." He replied, occasionally brushing his nose with his thumb.

"Oh, cool."

"It's the car I'm going to buy with the prize money; if I win the competition at the games festival, this year."

"Oh? There's a team prize for each sport, but doesn't the money just go towards funding the department who wins?"

"Yes, but there is also prize money for the highest ranking individual over all four campuses."

"How much is the prize for individual performances then?" I asked.

"£30,000!"

"Hey! Quiet at the back please! You're in detention, not at a party." The teacher slumped back into her chair.

"Are you kidding me?! How can the school even afford that kind of sum?!" I whisper-yelled.

"The school's sponsored." He shrugged as he got back to finishing his sketch. "This college produces many of the country's top athletes, so, I guess that's why it's sponsored by so many big names."

So, if I won the prize... I could give all the money to mum! I wouldn't even have to worry about getting a job!!

I have to win.

I have to win... for mum.

When I got home, Gunner was cooking. It seems that whenever we haven't got visitors, he doesn't like the maids to cook for him. It's like food is his distraction from life. But, he still exercises enough to stay fit and counter his calorie intake.

He threw me a bacon butty as he continued to fry the rest of the bacon. Ugh... Who puts mayonnaise on a bacon butty? Still, there's no harm in eating it.

I would stay, but I'm planning on just collecting a few things and then heading straight to mum's. I thought that maybe it'd be a good idea to bring a small vacuum cleaner as well as a few other bits and pieces.

Natasha was happy to help me find everything I needed. The storage room for cleaning equipment was only a few doors down from the offices and sports hall. The door was significantly less fancy than the doors of the offices, so that would be why I never really noticed it.

I had to call a taxi. There was no way I could carry all of this, all the way to mum's. Although, it wouldn't be too heavy for me to walk there and back with, the vacuum is a very awkward shape.

Natasha followed me out to the car as she was determined to help me carry it all out.

The driver's ring of grey hair, cut short, sticks to the leather surface of the seat. But then scratches it as he tosses his head from right to left, proving useless as he struggles to find a comfortable position.