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Chapter three (Again really?)

Chapter three: Again really?

(Carmens pov)

Today has  OFFICIALLY sucked! Now that chemistry class is over and the lunch period beginning I groan, I look over at Kent, he is once again trying to fit about million doodles and in school stuff in his backpack bag, I can't help, but to wonder if he has an actual textbook in the bag?

"What are doing?" He gives me an odd look.

I sit back abruptly I feel my cheeks go warm, "Um, nothing."

"Yeah sure. Now I would love to stay and chat but . . ." Kent fakes a grim expression, "I would like to eat my lunch." he stands and heads for the door.

"Mr. Clarkson and Miss. Berkeley please stay a moment." Mrs. Garden commands us.

Kent gives me a look, "This is your fault."

I blush, "No it's not. It's both of are faults." I whisper, as we make our way to Mrs. Garden.

She sighs a long exasperated breath, "I can't believe the way you two acted in class." Her eyes widen, "You were both late for class on the first day of school!" she sighs as if disappointed in us, I try really hard not to roll my eyes. I mean realy shes acting like the teenager.

"Are lockers are on the other side of the school." Kent tries to defend himself.

"That is no excuse." She wrinkled her forehead., "I hate to do this, I really do, but I'm afraid that your actions have consequences; you both have detention."

Oh yes I believe she gets no joy in sending poor helpless kids to detention it's not like all teachers are evil, oh wait they are. My mouth drops open, "But it's the first day of school, I can't have detention. I . . . just can't!"

"I'm afraid you both do." Mrs. Garden says firmly.

Then the most stupid thought creeps in my head, why does she keep saying I'm afraid? Is she actually scared or something? I bite my lip hard I almost snort in front of her right here.

"But--." Kent gets cut off.

"Be happy it is only one day, you're both dismissed." As if on cue the lunch bell rings.

I start walking casually to my locker when I notice Kent  only a step or two behind me, "Are you stalking me?"

"Get a life," Kent glares at the ground, then mumbles under his breath, "Not everything is about you."

"I never said it was." I turn around and face him, he nearly bumps into me.

"No, but you act like it, you act like you're the center of the universe and we all should be balling down to you; that's how you, Carmen Berkeley and Emily strides act." Kent glares at me with a passion.

"No I don't!" I choke on the words as they come out, "your just . . . a self centered jerk!" 

 He just pushes past me and keeps on walking, another doodle falls out of his bag, I bend down and pick it back up. It's another sketch of a comic, but this isn't armature it's amazing. The pitcher is colored in with maker and faintly smells of it too. The comic itself is a pitcher of a muscular man embracing a girl with dark brown hair, I can't see her face because it's buried in the man's chest. The man has a purple cape with a large black I on it surrounded by a circle.

I should throw this away. But something tells me not too so I just hurry to my locker. By the time I get there Kent is already gone so I put the sketch in my locker and head to the cafeteria to find Emily and tell her how unfair my life is because I have distension.