DETENTION

2. Detention

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Any Gabrielly POV

"Hello?" "My mother answers my call.
"Oh Mom" I say as I bite my lower lip, afraid of her reaction when she finds out I'm in detention.
"Oh, hi, dear!" Her voice is far away, I can hear the clatter of pans and cupboards being opened, which indicates that she is cooking and left the cellphone on speaker. "So, I've already I brought your sister home. I'm preparing dinner, I think it'll be over in fifteen minutes. Wait for me in your school parking lot, okay?”
"To tell you the truth, some things happened, Mother..."
"What?" His tone changes dramatically, and his voice is closer, indicating that he picked up the cell phone.
"Mother, do not come picking me up." I sigh in despair. "I'm going to stay in detention today.”
"Really, why?" She looks surprised. "Did you get into a fight? Have you discussed with a teacher? What happened?”
"I did not do anything wrong, Mom." The words leave quickly. "I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know? I'm not the only innocent to be arrested, do not worry." I tell everything that happened in the cafeteria earlier and I expect an answer for a few seconds, but I can only hear her breathing on the other end of the line. “Mom? Are you OK?”
"I know I should be angry that you were detained on the first day of school, but I'm really happy." my mother says.
"How is it?" I ask without understanding.
"I'm glad you made friends with these people" she says, and I can tell she's smiling. "But if you keep getting into trouble, you'd better get away, Any."
"Okay, Mom" I chuckle. "Will you pick me up later?"
“I can, daughter. But I don’t see any problem if you go out with your new friends" she says excitedly.
"It seems that their parents want them to go straight home because of the detention... They're probably mad at them." I explain.
“Okay, what time does it end?”
"Five o'clock, okay?"
“Okay, take care, girl! I love you.” I smile.
"I love you too, Mother.”

I unplug the call and look at everyone in the room; Joalin is sitting next to me, staring at me as if I were an alien; Lamar stands behind her, staring at me with a strange expression, just like Bailey, who stands in front of Joalin; Diarra's head is lying on the table, behind Lamar; Heyoon is sitting next to Diarra, wearing headphones, while watching something on her cell phone, in the only empty row in the room. Sina is behind me, staring at me too, and Sabina is behind her, counting the double ends of her own hair; Krystian is in front of me, staring at me with a frown on his brow; Shivani is in front of Krystian, also facing me with a frown and open mouth; Hina is in front of Shivani, seeing something on her cell phone along with Sofya, who is seated in front of her.

“Why are they all looking at me like that?”
"Did you invoke anything?" Sina asks suspiciously.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha, funny.” I roll my eyes. “My mother does not speak English very well, so I was talking to her in Portuguese.” I explain.
"I confess it was scary" Krystian says.
"Hina and Sofya started looking for exorcists on the internet." Shivani says, with a serious expression. “Literally.”
"You're ridiculous." I laugh.

A man enters the room. The man, apparently very young, looks like a boy, actually. He is dark, has Asian features, even though he is not. In addition, he is very stylish, he is wearing a black skinny pants torn at both knees and a long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves folded up to the elbows. He was wearing a dark blue beanie, almost black. They all straightened in the chairs, except Josh, who was across the room, sitting in the room background and behind Noah, with his legs on the table and his head against the wall, with the most boring expression in the world. I don’t blame him.