For, Marley

The Day of Detention

        So here we are. The supposed dull life of detention. My friends came to me right before they got onto their buses. "Okay. You're going to be trapped inside a classroom with probably the meanest and ugliest creatures- I'm sorry- people, in the world. You're going to be at least the only sane person there, I assure you." Jamie said, poking my chest . "Just. Stay. Safe." 

        Stains rolled his eyes, "Jamie, he's not a little kid. He'll be fine. 

        "And what if he's not, Stains? What if he gets in trouble with-with Ryland? Remember what he did? He was giving some kid a wedgie and accidentally ripped the underpants off. Those were some cheap-ass undies." 

        "Gee guys, thanks for acting so much like my parents." I said.

Jamie decided to play along and patted my head, "You're welcome sweetie, now go make some new friends, but stay away from the bad people who ask you for money and never accept gum from anyone." 

        "Yes dad." 

        Stains laughed, "You guys are idiots." 

        "You married an idiot, honey." Jamie batted his eyelashes. 

        "Stupid. Get on the damn bus." 

I waved as they left, awaiting what disaster lied ahead of me. 

        Honestly, I was nervous. What if Jamie was right? What if Ryland just walked over to me and ripped my underpants off (that sounded EXTREMELY wrong)? Or-or, what if that weird kid named Donovan comes? Oh, right, I haven't introduced Donovan yet. Let's see: 

        Donovan is what we call a sociopath. Donovan has neat black hair and usually wears sweater vests and slacks. He basically has no soul. He doesn't speak (unless it's a teacher), he doesn't move (unless necessary), and he doesn't show any emotion at all. Oh, and the weirdest thing about him, is that he can break at any moment. This kid is completely insane. Once, and this is from first person witness, he stapled a teacher's tie to his desk. I have no idea why he did it, nor do I want to know. 

        I walked over to the door. The shade was pulled down, which seemed pretty weird. Taking a deep breath, I went to turn the knob. Then I realized the door was locked. Maybe this was the wrong room? I looked down at my slip. No, I was right. This was the right room. Room 180. The room where my life changed. I'm not sure if it was for the better or for the worse.

        The door opened. I saw a short man, and I mean short. He was probably 4"9. He also struck me as a grumpy old man. He seemed to look like one too with that frown and scruffy black beard and forehead lines. I saw him around sometimes, but I didn't think that the supposedly "bonkers and tad hyper" non-AP Language Arts teacher would be him. 

        The man smiled, "Hello! You must be Daniel Drake!" 

        "David Blake, sir." 

        "Oh please, don't call me sir. I'm good with just Mr. Lancaster, or just last name basis. Whatever suits you fancy." 

        "Oooookay?" I stepped in. I expected the rudest people to sit around, throwing paperballs and spitting spit balls, or even chucking paper planes at people. No. Nope. Nada. None of that. It was just Mr. Lancaster, me, and Marley. Marley was doodling on the board with a small smirked on her face. 

        She looked pretty good, to be honest. Her black hair went up to her chest with some unnoticable split ends. She wore a light grey beanie and a dark blue shirt with tons of buttons on the sleeves, black Converse on her feet, black skinny jeans, and random fandom bracelets on her wrists except for one that said, "HAWAII". She usually never wore makeup except maybe eyeliner.