Disclaimer: I own nothing from Detentionaire. Only my OC because I made her up!

Well, game on.

I'm Nora! Nora Prowler. Just call me Nora, okay? Maybe I seem a little short for an eighteen-year-old, but believe it I am! I've found myself in pretty sticky situation lately. Well, several situations have led up to this. Maybe I'm partly to blame. I just didn't know where to stop. I thought I had been helping someone, protecting something from a bad person. And I still think I am… Did I do something wrong? Who am I kidding, I've lied and snuck around just as much as any of the others! I'm in a quiet spot now, and it's only me in here. Think back, girl. Start at the beginning… only a few months ago.

One-two-three. One-two-three. One-two-three.

I have done thirty forward flips in a row! Twelve more and I break my personal record! I can do it! I've been doing a lot of crazy stuff lately so martial arts practice had to be pushed aside. I started taking it when I was seven I think, instead of ballet like other kids. My mom was friends with the instructor, plus I took to it really well. I've never really used it in the past since, but I follow through learning what I can and practice when I need… distraction. A good adrenaline rush takes my mind off a bad day.

One-two- three! Yes! I beat it! My newest record is forty-two non-stop flips! I celebrate silently, in my mind as I walk over to the bench and open my water. The cooling liquid glides down my throat spreading relief through my whole body. Yeah, time for a seat. My body wants to keep working, but my first day on my job is today and I can't be tired. It's better to just relax now and conserve energy. At 7:30 I'm dressed in a green shirt, blue jeans and a camouflage jacket and heading for the bus.

At eighteen I'm taking online courses for the local college. It just works out for me because I have a job I now need to stay on top of…and I kind of have a problem with public places. But still need credits for my course, which include public service hours. Public service? Do they think I'm a criminal? Well, no matter what it's called it's the same deal. I have to prove I'm a good citizen and for that I took an open offer at a high school. The description sounded like a babysitting job, all I have to do is help the teacher in charge of the detention room after school hours. That's easy! Put up with a few of the bad kids for an hour a day and I'm done! As the bus comes to a stop, I'm smiling and feel full of energy. That smile quickly vanished when I saw the dump-of-a-building I would be working in.

I guess I wouldn't call it bad. Nothing was falling apart, but something didn't seem right. Maybe I'm just too used to white walls. The school just seemed truly basic. The outside was entirely brick with and… "Are those gargoyle?" I say out loud. They looked like giant snakes with claws curled around a coat of arms. But it had this…this feeling.

Those creatures were familiar. And at the same time new. They're just statues, Nora. "If I'm out here any longer I'll be late!" And so I went running in on my first day at A. Nigma High.

Well, so far so good. The door was open but the whole building was dead quiet. It's eight o'clock but shouldn't the student's be around making talking or something? Maybe it's a day off? That would explain it! But… yikes, there's no here but me. Where do I go? The first place to be at is the principal's office, which is usually at the front of the school. Not in this case. Calling out feels so embarrassing… "Hello? Is anyone around?"

I so should have kept my mouth shut!

First a sound came from the vents. I figured the old building must have an old air conditioning system. Then I heard metal crashing, and a loud hiss. "What the!" It's one of those gargoyles! "It's real?" It jumped on the floor, and it was glaring in my direction.