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Argh, another détention.
When did drawing become a felony? Anyone know? No? I thought so.
I watched the small hand on the clock tressaillement to another number, 15 minutes left.
My eyes rolled over to the kids around me. All lovely, lovely students, one of which is carving his nom in to the desk.
I see two kids tranquillement and one sticking pencils up his nose, lovely.
I sighed and looked away from them. I didn’t need to be here, the teachers thought I wasn’t paying attention so they cooped me here for an hour.
I stared outside to see my friends waving to me from outside, I chuckled.
“No talking, Miss Todd.” Boomed the teacher.
He stared at me as if I had shouted a curse word, then went back to his gazette. Old people these days, no respect for us ‘youngins’!
I huffed and sat back, its annoying enough to be stuck here, but having to deal with a teacher is just-!
Before I could finish my thought, the bell rang louder then ive ever heard. I might be deaf now.
Students rushed from their seats before the teacher could say dismissed.
I sat for a second as the teacher pulled aside a boy, I vagly remember from a class or two or lunch.
I only heard bits:
“you don’t need to be here-“
“no detention-”
“Should have gone home-“
He stayed her on his own will?! Is he crazy or something?
Then the boy talked, “waiting”, “Ami”, “talk”.
What about me now?