My New Brother

Part 4

Authors Note : I changed something in the story! So instead of Devon having a sister, which I think I said. He has a brother now! I'm pretty sure I said he has a sister. But not anymore. And if I said brother, then this was pointless.

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"There is no talking, no texting, and no getting up." Mr Jackson said as we sat in detention.

Please, what was I going to do in detention? Devon ditched. It's been ten minutes since Mr Jackson has been waiting to start detention, and Devon didn't show up. Gee thanks Devon.

I sat there and pulled out my book. I have one hour, and in fifteen minutes I can read fifteen pages. That's sixty pages by the end of detention. That's like two chapters.

I was about to start reading when the door opened. I looked up. It was Devon. "Sorry I'm late. But I have a question." he said to Mr Jackson.

"What?" Mr Jackson said with a nasty attitude.

"Is it anyone who was part of the oatmeal in the boys changing room suppose to come to detention?" Devon asked. Mr Jackson nodded. "Come on in guys." Devon said out the door.

Everyone who got oatmeal dumped on them, and who dumped it on someone else showed up in the room. They all grabbed a seat.

"Devon Clark, you will not get away with this." Mr Jackson said. Devon just laughed.

I couldn't believe that Devon got all these people to show up to detention. Wait, actually, I can. Everyone sat there and looked at Mr Jackson.

"Don't look at me." Mr Jackson said. "STOP." He said even louder. "I'm leaving." he finally said, then left the room.

"Ha ha. I love when Mr Jackson leaves because of staring." One of the guys said. This is good information to know. I can use it the next time I have detention.

I sat in the back seat. I didn't give much of a care about what everyone else was talking about. I started to read books, when I heard squeking. I looked up and saw desks moving. Then someone came and moved my desk too. Thanks for asking.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"We're playing our favourite detention game." Ryan said to me.

"And that is...?" I asked him.

"Throw fight." Adam said to me.

"Um, what the hell is that?" I asked them.

"Basically, it's a guy and girl standing on one desks sord fighting with eachother. And the rest of the teams throw things at the oppostie team. Who ever falls off first loses." Fred told me.

"Fight?" I asked.

"Don't worry, it's noodle fighting." Oliver said.

"Come over here, Hil." Sam said to me. Sam was the new girl. Her real name is Samantha. But she's a little tom boy, so we call her Sam.

"Okay, everyone number themselfs from one threw nine." One of the guys said on the other side. I was number five.

"Number three." Brandon said, who was keeping score. Samantha stepped on the table.

"Come on, is someone a little pussy?" she said outloud. No guy stepped up.

"Pussy my ass." Conner said stepping up on the table.

They were both handed their noodles. When Brandon said go, they both begain to noodle fight. The girls were throwing these styrafoam balls at Conner.