I sit on the counter of the deserted bathroom and glance around the room to assure I'm alone. I notice that it really stinks in here. Smells of weed. Maybe I should mention that to the janitor that is supposedly cleaning it. Na, what can you do? I yank my cigarettes out my pocket and light up. Taking in my surroundings, I realized never really noticed that the walls are starting to turn pink; and this is supposed to be the boys bathroom. I might just start a petition to paint it black. That'd be cool.
When my first cigarette burns down I light another; anything but going back to class. Everything was cool besides the nerds that came through. No biggy though because they know what to do. But then in all that enjoyment, I hear beeping. I look up and see the smoke detector light flashing. I knew I should've sat under the sink. I take off my jacket and wave it in order to separate the smoke. I continue to do so as my arms tire.
Then the water comes down. Great, now my jacket's ruined. I jump down from the sink and attempt to make a run for it. Running out the bathroom door I turn the corner before running smack into a body. It stumbles but puts its hand down before completely falling to the floor. Then they yell out in pain. Mr. Leibovitz.
"Payne!" He yells.
I quickly run hoping to get away but then I run into another person. Officer Bryant. He grabs my arm and holds me still. I would punch his face and run away but, I spent one month in community service for it last time and I won't do it again. Mr. Leibovitz comes around the corner holding his arm. His hair piece is messed up and his eyes are watery.
"To my office now!" He orders.
"Bryant could you please direct the fire men to me. I think I broke something."
"Yes sir." Officer Bryant says like a kiss ass.
I walk silently to the office where I end up sitting with Mr. Leibovitz. He smiles lightly as I stare at him.
"This would be your 3rd community service sentence. You don't seem to care."
"I hate service."
"I don't believe you. It was better than juvy wasn't it?" This time I wasn't lying. I hate doing tax work without pay. I don't answer his question though . "How about this; 1 hour of detention for a month."
"Are you kidding? I have football practice after school!"
"You're kicked off the team."
I instantly become angry. He can't do this. Wait; maybe he can, but this time I wasn't trying to cause trouble.
"Finally something that'll teach you a lesson. I'll see you there tomorrow."
