The Modern Four

Chapter 4

The detention room was extremely bland, Wilbur thought. He glanced around the surprisingly full room, taking note of his fellow trouble makers. There was a girl with long brown hair who was chewing bubble gum, and constantly blowing bubbles in her blue haired friends face, as they talked about some guy on the football team that the brunette obviously found attractive. Next to them sat another boy girl pair, the boy having light blond hair, almost white, and the girl had a curly mass of red hair. Continuing down the line, there was a group with two twins, or at least that's what Wilbur assumed they were, and a larger, silver haired, punk looking girl. And the last pair was two guys , both wearing beanies. One was tan, rather arabic looking, and the other was paler. They both had long floppy hair, the pale guys brown, and the tan guys black. Wilbur sighed, turning back around. He knew absolutely no one in this room. They all seemed to be upperclassmen. He turned his attention to his phone, only to see another angry text from his mom. Cringing, he opened up the message, cringing even more as he read it. 'Wilbur Lewis Robinson. As soon as you get home, your father and I will be talking with you. And you can guarantee that you will be grounded as soon as you walk through the door. Enjoy your last few moments as a free man.'. He could practically hear her yelling already.

"Thats it, I'm dead. She's gonna kill me." He mumbled to himself, pocketing his phone.

"Who's gonna kill you." A voice to his left asked. He blinked a few times, then looked up, jumping as he saw a short, black haired girl next to him.

"Gah!" He said in surprise, shaking his head. "Who are you, and how in the world did you hear me?"

"I'm Vanellope Von Schweetz, call me V, and I guess I just have a good ear." She grinned, and Wilbur shook his head.

"That's creepy."

"I'm known for being creepy." The girl sat down, and Wilbur shook his head.

"Well, fine, alright. I'm Wilbur Robinson. Nice to-" He stop talking as soon as he saw the detention teacher walk in. Mr. Hook, Mr. Pine said his name was. The older man had a curly mustache, and bushy black hair. He didn't look nearly as threatening as Wilbur pictured, he was mostly just an older man who just looked cranky. Wilbur grinned. With some sweet talking and flattery, he'd be out of here in no time. He began to stand up, until the older gentleman shoot him a murderous look, causing Wilbur to shrink back into his chair.

"No one leaves, no one talks, and definitely no cell phones." As Mr. Hook spoke, he seemed to be glaring at Wilbur. Wilbur gulped, sinking further into his chair, rather afraid of the older man. If looks could kill...Well, lets just say he'd be dead now. He glanced over at Vanellope, who was smirking and very clearly forming a plan. Very sneakily, Wilbur reached into his backpack, pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil. Quietly, and very slowly, he wrote out a short note to Vanellope. It simply read "What are you thinking?". She grinned at him, snatching up the pencil and writing much quicker. Her note read "I heard from the older students that Hook falls asleep as soon as he hits the chair." Wilbur read this over a few times, blinking and then writing: "What're you saying?" She read the note, smirked, and then whispered.

"We sneak out."

Wilbur blinked. He wasn't too sure of this. If he got caught, he'd be suspended. But if he didn't...He thought it through. The good outweighed the bad on this one. Cautiously, he whispered back, "Okay."

Vanellope grinned, turning her attention back to Mr. Hook and his long winded speech about listening to authority that, ironically, no one was listening to. After a while, Hook must have got tired of hearing his own voice, and retreated to his chair, where, just as Vanellope had predicted- He fell asleep. The two high fived, and quietly gathered up their stuff. They glanced back at the upperclassmen, only to notice two of them staring at them. The redheaded girl and the white-blonde haired guy. They, in turn, stared back. This was beginning to turn into an intense staring contest until the boy gestured to the two. They looked at each other, then back at the upperclassmen, and slowly walked over. The guy, who was wearing a blue shirt and khakis, gestured for them to sit down. They both gulped, taking their seats and looked at the boy nervously.

"Listen, if you're trying to sneak out, Hook will catch ya if you use the main door. Use the other one. It connects with the next classroom." He said, grinning. The girl laughed a bit. "I'm Jack, This is Merida. She's Scottish and impossible to understand." Merida hit Jack on the arm, and Wilbur and Vanellope blinked. They were not expecting this. Not at all.

"Oooookay thanks for the advice. We'll be going now." Wilbur said nervously, standing up. Merida rolled her eyes.

"Oh, the wee little freshie is scared of us, Jack." She grinned. "Listen, we weren't just givin' that advice away. We're comin' with ya both, whether you like it or not."
Wilbur turned to Vanellope and took a deep breath. "Alright, fine. You can sneak out with us. But then you leave."

"No problemo, we weren't planning to stick around." Jack said, grabbing his bag. "C'mom. We better go before he wakes up."

The four of them stood up, snuck across the room, and slowly opened the door. Wilbur cringed when he heard it creak, but the others seemed unphased. That is until blue hair shouted. "Hey, Hook! They're outta here!" This caused him, and his friend to fall into laughter, and caused Hook to wake up, seeing the four sneaking out.

"Not so fast you little brats!" He yelled, standing up quickly and knocking over his desk.

"Run!" Jack shouted. The four scattered through the door, closing it behind them. They sprinted out of the classroom and out of the school. By the time they reached the parking lot, they were all out of breath. "We are never doing that again." Jack stated to Merida, who agreed. He then turned to Wilbur and Vanellope, who were chattering excitedly. "Nice job. You managed to avoid capture. What're your names?"

"I'm Wilbur, and this is Vanellope." Wilbur said, taking a deep breath. "And thanks."

"No problem. See you around, Wilbur. Vanellope." Jack smirked, saluting and walking off. Wilbur turned to Vanellope.

"Well that was..."

"Exciting? Invigorating? Fantastic?!" Vanellope said, clearly excited. Wilbur laughed.

"I was gonna say terrifying, but that works too."

"Well, I think it was fun." She stated simply. "I'll see you around, Wilbur! I better get home, I'm sure Ralph is worried."

"Ralph?"

"My brother. We live by the school, just a few blocks. Anyway, bye!" She said excitedly, running off. Wilbur couldn't help but laugh a little as he called his mom who, after yelling at him for a record ten minutes, picked him up and drove him home. What a long day.