Chapter 3
I held my breath as I knocked on the closed home-room door, waiting for my fate.
Miss. Quinn opened the door, and the expression on her face changed from a warm smile to an icy stare, "how very nice of you to grace us with your presence, miss. Marchesa," she said sourly "I presume you will be joining me after school on Wednesday", She stated, a flash of triumph came into her eyes as she said this and I knew for certain that she was glad that I had screwed up something so she could punish me.
I sat at my desk feeling rotten knowing that I had to inform Mama about my invitation for Wednesday afternoon.
She would of course side with the old hag and say that I must face the consequences of my actions.
Since Monday, I had desperately tried to get out of my after school by sucking up to Miss. Quinn, but so far it hasn't worked. I swear she has it in for me.
I made my way around the library building shivering and swearing. It was not only the coldest day in my entire life, but I had to stay back until 4.30pm. I did manage to reach the detention room without catching frostbite, so I guess that was a bonus.
I walked into the room only to find there were absolutely no people in there. No, wait. There was another person. Nathan Jacobson. He was sitting up the front for once with a piece of paper in front of him and a blue pen in his hand.
Miss. Quinn greeted me in a bland voice and told me to sit next to Nathan so she could keep an eye on both of us by just having to look up from her desk.
I took a deep breath and sat down at the table next to him. Miss. Quinn came up and handed me a lined piece of paper and instructed me to write a 500-word essay explaining why arriving late to school is unacceptable behaviour.
I couldn't think of anything to write. The heading was the only thing that came into my head. I was always a shit essay writer and everyone knew it.
Suddenly a folded piece of paper landed in the middle of my page, I grabbed it and dragged it underneath the desk in fear of Miss. Quinn noticing. I unfolded it carefully, trying not to let it crackle. It was a note,
Sooo bored
Whatchu in 4?
I grabbed my pen from the desk and lent the paper against my leg, writing,
Arriving late to homeroom AGAIN.
Geez can't they give us more lee-way??!!
The note was passed between us several times,
Tell me bout it…
I got busted cheating on a test
Its bull I so wasnt cheating!
She thought I was just bcoz I had writin on ma hand
She's such a doush I h8 her
Hey, Q: y r u tlkin to me?
Meh…
Does it look like there's any1 else 4 me ere 2 tlk to?
And technically im not tlkin 2 u…
Im writin 2 u... lolzz
I guess ur rite…
Its just, we've always h8d each other nd now
Suddenly ur bein friendly?
Is it a crime 2 b friendly?
nd 4 the record, I don't h8 u.
Miss. Quinn stood, informing us that we could leave. I shoved the note in my jacket pocket, glancing sideways at Nathan and then I left.
