this doesn't just happen!

~Prologue~

"Here" Mr Millar said. I grabbed the detention slip from his out stretched hand, as I was fiddiling with my nose piecing. I walked down the hall towards the detention room and yanked the door open.

Mr Johnson was sitting behind his desk over looking the few people that were scattered around the small room. Some were sleeping with their heads on the desk and some were staring at the plain walls thinking deeply.

"Back so soon" Mr Johnson mocked as I walked to my desk in the back row, giving him a dirty look. I let my books slam down on the desk as I sat roughly into my chair. I opened my pencil case and rummaged around till I pulled out a small blade.

I moved my books aside and revealed the tallies I had made throughout the year. I pushed the blade into the desks wood and started making my last tallie. I blew the little bits of loose wood away and counted the little cuts in the desk.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven.

Seven times I attended detention this year. I looked up at Mr Johnson who was busy reading his magazine. I started carving my name under the row of tallies. I put the blade back in my pencil case and pulled out my phone hiding it under the desk. I decided to text my best friend Lexie, telling her that I was in detention yet again and couldn't go out with her tonight to celebrate our last day of year 12.

"Awww what happened??" she replied instantly.

"I called Mr Millar a dick" I said letting out a sigh.

"What! Why??"

"Because I don't like him"

"Seriously! you called Mr Millar a Dick becasue you don't like him" I could practically hear her yelling at me.

"YES! I hate him and I hate school! I'm failing anyway plus it's the last day of school forever, I'm living a little" I said smiling to myself.

"Fine. I'll see you later??" she messaged me back after a few minutes.

"Okay" I said ending the conversation. Mr Johnson got up from his chair and started walking to all the people in the room putting their school reports down on their desks. I quickly shoved my phone in my back pocket and slouched down in my seat.

"It's a mircale you past, Ridley. Given how much time you spent in here" he said with a scowl. I snatched the envelope from his hand and gathered up my things.

I stood in front of my opened locker turning the unopened envelope in my hands.

I shook my head and ripped the envelope open and pulled out my report when I realised I was shaking. I looked down at the bottom of the paper and looked for my final grade. C. Well it's a pass. I thought. I stuffed the piece of paper into my bag.

I grabbed a bin that was near by and threw every single book that was left in my locker. When I finished I threw my bag over my shoulder and kicked the bin out the way and slammed my locker door shut walking down the school hallway for that last time.