We hear Vernon moving around out in the hall so Bender quickly comes and sits in the chair between Cherry and Tights. He folds his hands on the table.
Vernon goes back into his office. Bender laughs and gets up. He starts walking towards the double doors that separate the library from the hallway."You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!"
Bender turns and points at Johnson.
"Young man...have you finished your paper?"
Bender turns back away and goes to the door. He looks around cautiously and removes a screw from the door.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Drop dead, I hope!"
Johnson looks up. Bender is messing with the door to the library.
"Bender, that's, that's school property there...you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with."
The door slams shut. Bender runs back to his seat.
"That's very funny, come on, fix it!" Says the jock.
"You should really fix that!" Johnson utters.
"Come on Bender it was funny at first but you should really put the screw back!" I try to convince him.
"Am I a genius?"
"No, you're an asshole!"
"What a funny guy!" Bender mocks.
"Fix the door Bender!"
"Everyone just shhh!"
"I've been here before, I know what I'm doing!" Bender tried to calm us down.
"No! Fix the door, get up there and fix it!"
"Shut up!"
I look back at Johnson hearing Vernon's foot steps down the hall getting louder as he approaches. Vernon opens the door and storms in startling me.
"Why is that door closed?"
For a few seconds no one says anything, we just stare at Vernon.
"Why is that door closed?"
"How're we s'posed to know? We're not s'posed to move, right?"
Vernon turns to the princess.
"Why?"
"We were just sitting here, like we were s'posed to..."
Vernon searches the room for a victim then looks at Bender.
"Who closed that door?"
"I think a screw fell out of it..."
"It just closed, sir..."
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//Don't you forget about me//
Genç KurguA story about six kids who meet in Saturday detention learning about one another while serving their time. (I do not own any of these characters except for my own)