Chevi: YOU TOOK FOREVER!

Alison: I'M SORRY! I have writers block! Please don't kill me!

Chevi: *turns into beautiful red Chevy* *revs*

Alison: O.O *Runs for life*

Bakura: *Watching boredly…* …Chevi and Alison don't own me or anyone else from Yu-Gi-Oh, because I'm just too awesome for them. *Grin* Enjoy.

And so here we sit in front of Sister Madeline's desk in her room in two, old, brown metal chairs.

Melvin and I are getting the usual lecture about misbehavior. I couldn't care less about what the nun says and I'm not listening. I just want to know our punishment so I can get it over with.

My hair is flat and brown from the chocolate milk Kaiba poured in it. It's sticking to my face and really bugging me. My pale skin and clothes have various foods on them, but it's not as bad as some other people. At least my group of friends actually had something to block most of the food being thrown towards us.

Melvin doesn't look any better than I do though. Some of his bleach-blonde spikes are sagging down from the globs of food stuck in it and his tan skin and clothes have more food on them than mine, since he'd ran out from our safety spot once or twice to grab random trays of food.

All in all, we're very messy.

Sister Madeline is grouching at me for not listening. She's just saying the usual things she does every time though: "You two are sixteen! You are the oldest kids here! Why can't you act your age and set a good example on the younger children? No wonder you haven't been adopted yet!"

I look at Melvin, he's smirking, grinning like she's amusing. In a way, she is, what with how she sounds like any other old person, who instead may be complaining about children always coming on her lawn.

I mentally sigh, waiting for Sister Madeline to shut up. She goes on forever. I could paint a portrait of a person while she's talking and still have free time to cook a meal, that is, if I knew how to paint or cook.

Finally, Sister Madeline gets to what I've been waiting for. She sighs, and says in her old, shaky voice after a pause, "So because of that, your punishment will be to clean up the cafeteria, and you will not eat with anyone else for three days."

I blink. That's it?

Apparently that's not it. Sister Madeline adds, "And you will both spend tomorrow cleaning the bathrooms and doing everyone's laundry."

Melvin groans and bangs his head onto her desk loudly, making food splatter all over the desk. I just sigh and lean back in my chair as Sister Madeline snaps at Melvin to get his filthy head off of her desk. They start to argue.

I ask, "Can we go now?" They're making me get a headache. Melvin and Sister Madeline go quiet and look at me. She nods and I get up and walk out of there. Melvin grins and runs after me.

Melvin is silent, just walking beside me and his grin slowly fading. He knows not to talk because I'm thinking, and I tend to get snappy if someone interrupts my thoughts.

~Later~

Laundry is a pain. You have to do over one hundred-fifty kid's clothes, bedsheets, pillowcases, blankets, stuffed animals, and then all of the nun's things too… There's about seventy nuns. The worst part is that there are only four washing machines, and four dryers.

The only good thing that comes with each punishment is that it gives you a chance to look for another escape idea. I tell Melvin, "Keep watch." He nods and moves closer to the doorway.

I move the washing machines and dryers away from the wall. There are no big holes or anything, but the wall is old and moldy there, not very strong. I move back, and kick at the wall several times as hard as I can.

The wall gives way and reveals a small rectangle shaped passage, just big enough for a person. I move the washing machines and dryers back against the wall. I guess we know our way out tonight…

Chevi: *back to normal* It was okay, I guess. Short, though.

Alison: *Hiding behind Bakura who's reading a book now* Please give me some reviews so she doesn't kill me!

Chevi: *Rolls eyes*