I do not own Fillmore. :P

Detention Blues

Amazon wearily shuffled down the halls with her hands shuffled in her pockets. It was time for detention. "I hate detention..." she muttered.

She pushed open the detention room door and peered inside. It was empty. Not too surprising. Some people didn't come until detention was half-over. She liked to get it done and over with. Although she had more than one day's worth...

Amazon stood in the front of the room and thoughtfully surveyed the rows of desks. She spent a quite amount of time in detention even though she managed to avoid getting caught most of the time. But she did make mistakes. And those mistakes often resulted in detention.

Picking a desk was always a tough choice for her. She could end up choosing a desk that was wobbly or had a squeaky leg. Sure, she could test them out first, but she liked to be surprised.

Yeah. She was pretty weird.

Amazon spotted a desk right in the middle row, third seat back. She sat down and leaned back in her chair. Yup. It was a good one. She rummaged around her bag and pulled out a purple permanent marker. She uncapped it and wrote her name on the desk with flourish. "There."

"Do we need to add detention time for vandalism?"

Amazon glanced up in surprise. "Vallejo? What are you doing here?"

"Detention duty," Vallejo crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Any reason why you wrote your name on the desk?"

Amazon shrugged. "What if there's an overcrowd in here or something? I don't want to STAND for an hour. So every school I've gone to, I've claimed a desk."

"You are a strange child."

Amazon propped her boots on the desk and leaned back. "I know." She glanced around the empty detention room and frowned. "Where is everyone?"

Vallejo sat down at the large desk in the front of the room. "You're the only one we have scheduled for detention these next few days."

"Seriously?" Amazon cried. "Jeez. What am I supposed to do for the next hour?"

"How about homework?"

"Oh please. Who does homework in detention?" Amazon scoffed.

Vallejo rolled his eyes and settled back in his chair. "Then I guess you'll be staring out the window mindlessly for the next fifty-five minutes."

Amazon sighed. She slumped in her seat and tapped her fingers on the fake wood. It was really nice outside. So not a day to be detention. "I feel depressed..."

A perfect time to sing the blues.

Amazon could feel her lips twitch. When she was little her father taught her to play the harmonica. She always brought it with her but never really got a chance to use it. But now she was feeling the blues, and it was time to sing them out.

And it would be a good way to annoy the heck out of Vallejo.

Amazon reached into her bag and pulled out a slim silver harmonica. She put her lips against the cool and metal and blew gently. A jazzy melody spilled out and got Vallejo's attention.

"What the-?"

Amazon continued to blow the jazz notes on her harmonica, successfully playing the blues. She didn't really know how to play anything else, but her life was pretty depressing so the blues was a suitable thing to play.

The harmonica was yanked out of her hands. She glared at Vallejo. "I was using that!"

"It's giving me a headache."

"Well jeez. Thanks for the compliment." Amazon muttered dryly.

Vallejo stuffed the harmonica in his pocket and ignored her. Amazon scowled and glanced at the clock. Fifty minutes left. Amazon curiously dug through her bag to see what other items she could find.

In detention you could use just about anything to amuse yourself.

"Ooh. Vallejo, you want some gum?" Amazon dug a green and yellow pack of gum out of her bag and waved it in the air like a referee waved a flag.

"How long has it been in there?" Vallejo asked suspiciously.

Amazon frowned and stared at the frayed and slightly yellowed packaging. "More than three months I guess."

"Uh...no thanks."

"Suit yourself." Amazon pulled a piece out and popped it in her mouth. She stuffed the packaging back into your bag and grinned.

"Hey Vallejo!"

Vallejo groaned and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "What?"

"Wanna play cards?"

"Will it get you to shut up?"

"Maybe." Amazon hopped up from her seat and skipped to Vallejo's. She sat down on the top and shuffled the cards in her hand. "Ready to play?"

Vallejo glanced up at her. "What're we playing?" He asked with a sigh.

Amazon grinned and dealt the cards onto the flat surface, each card falling neatly on top of the other. "Spit."

"I swear if this involves real spitting I'm going to-"

"Give me some credit! All you have to do is get rid of your cards before the other person."

"And how do I do that?"

With a groan, Amazon explained the rules of Spit. Soon they were well into their sixth round and each was in their own rhythm.

Amazon slammed down a three on top of a two and successfully got rid of all her cards. She hurriedly went to claim the smaller pile and grinned when she got the pile before Vallejo. His hand landed on top of hers milliseconds after she claimed the pile.

"Not again!" Vallejo snapped in frustration.

Amazon stared at his hand, which was locked on top of hers. She could feel a flush creep across her neck. She quickly retracted her hand and managed a smile.

"You snooze you lose." Amazon stared at the clock and grinned. "And my time is up!" She gathered up her cards and stuffed them back in her bag. She shouldered it and hopped off the desk. She paused in the doorframe and glanced back at the Junior Commissioner. "See ya tomorrow."

Vallejo watched her go and leaned back in his chair. "I just might sign up for detention duty for the rest of this week."

I know. Uneventful and a bit boring. But I'll work on it. Review please :)