Delinquents Detention Hall

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: What is this Place Even

Can you believe that someone like me actually has to put one foot, let alone my whole body into the detention hall!? In my whole life I've never done a thing to get me into trouble.

People always say things like 'lighten up', 'it's no big deal' and 'high school is only a small fraction of your life, don't take it do seriously'. On the contrary, high school is everything. Studies decide the type of life you're going to have, how successful you are. One bad choice can set an explosive and distructive chain reaction of life. One bad thing after the other, just because you got an D in that one class or chatted back to the teacher.

I don't want to be like my father who made his way in society by killing people for money. And I don't want to be like my brother who lives and earns respect because of who my father is. I'm independent, I work for justice.

As I descend down the detention hall I see something strange...

There are 20 rooms on this floor, so from room 200 to room 220. I see where my brother usually has his detention, room 200. It has lovely white pine double doors with the outlining and number plated in gold. The doorknob is made of a reflective crystal. You can only imagine what it looks like on the inside.

Down the hall it get worse. I stop in front of room 215. The numbers have been covered in gum and there are crude drawing in marker pen which someone has attempted to erase but you can clearly see them. Scratches of people's name and swear words that have must been in a sharp object, razor blades stuck, clinging to the wooden door painted white. The doorknob fell off when I grabbed ns gave me a splinter.

The door opened from the inside. And I saw the teacher who was supposed to be monitoring the class look at me from behind his thick glasses. He looked dirty and smelled gross. He looked in my eyes and squinted then looked down at my hands.

At least, I hope he was looking at my hands.

"ugh, I just fixed that". He said in an audible mumble.

He went back to his desk and I followed him inside. Not even a polite "come in"?

My head was down as I walked through the the sea of desks. I don't want to make any eye contact. The room was big and the desk, to my relief were spaced out evenly. The smell of tobacco entered my nose and a thick white cloud of cigarette smoke formed a cloud above me.

Wow.

It's exactly how I imagined it.

All the kids stated at me. Probably thinking I looked out of place. Dino isn't the only one in school that doesn't where his uniform and looks like a trouble maker.

A guy with dark red/orange hair with a cigarette in his mouth gave me an open smirk as I passed him. Then he did a thing I can not even comprehend right now oh my lord.

He lifted up the back of my skirt.

"Ew, how plain. White underwear. You must be a Virgin, right?" he slurred in a hoarse voice.

At that moment I really hopes my face wasn't as red as it felt because I made the mistake of turning to him my disapproving look. It only made him laughter in a high pitches voice though.

I just retreated to the seat at the very front. You're always safe near the teacher right?

Please say yes.

Because I'm not really that comfortable in a room of delinquents that may or may not (but probably may) have a criminal record while the teacher who couldn't give two donkeys about what's happening's eyes are glued to his laptop screen. He even has headphones on and his screen angled in such a way. He's probably watching a nasty video.

Something light hit the back of my head.

Just ignore it Eden, it's not worth your time. Let's just get these detention settings over and done wi-

It hit me again. But I didn't move. I'm getting tense.

"Psst! Hey! Don't ignore me, bro"

I turned around to see a guy just staring at me.

Huh... He's not THAT cute, I mean a guy like him isn't worth my time, if he was really nice he wouldn't be in detention hall, it's not like we'll get married or anything, I could never marry a smoker no matter how cute he is. No that he's cute, I don't like him, I don't hate him, I'm just indifferent to this guy, I barely know him. Yeah.

Indifferent. Good.

I put on my indifferent with a slight touch of boredom face to express how completely indifferent I am to him.

"you look like you're 'bout to pass out" he commented.

Well, that failed.

"it'a 'about' not 'bout'".

Fudge! I clasped my hand over my mouth. I didn't mean to correct. It a bad habit of mine.

He stared at me. An now so was this other girl and everyone else. The guy with the orange hair puffed out smoke with a sly satisfactory look while the other guy I'm indifferent to gave me a deadly glare.

A girl with short light purple hair laughed aloud in a short squeal.

"Aha! She shut you the fuck up Asher"

"I didn't ask for your commentary bitch" he growled. "And nobody likes a smart ass". He calmly said to me before taking out cigarette and lighting it.

"hey pass that light my way" said the guy with orange hair.

"times up get out of here you good for nothing punk" said the teacher I still don't know the name of.

I don't think I can stand this. Kids smoking, teacher watching porn instead of supervising, not even a bit of work to do. I'm gaining anything out of this! I think I need to talk to the head of the detention hall.