3 weeks' detention. Who the frick does she think she is?
The Principal, My traitorous inner voice butted in.
That's beyond the point.
No it isn't.I'm gonna kill my inner voice. How do you kill a voice? To cool down, I strode towards the library. Not really a place where you'd expect a rebel-ish troublemaker to go. But I'm such a rebel that I rebel against the rebels. Doesn't make a whole lotta sense but my inner voice is my sensible part, and I'm currently devising a plan to murder it. The smell of fresh books shook me out of my seemingly incessant train of nonsensical thoughts. I had indeed entered the library. Heck, even I don't know how the monkeysusingacalculator I did that without banging my head on the wall at least twenty times. Whatevs, I'm not complaining. On second thoughts, a concussion would've gotten me out of the detention. Scratch that, I am complaining.
Excuse my host. She's a tad loopy.Noted. Wait, who are you calli-Yeah, you're right...
Bam! Ah, now I crash into some...one?
This was definitely a person. Cue the lame excuses.
"Uhhh, I'm sorry. My dog ate my cow and hitler was dancing ballet. So, you see, it was totally Donald Trump's fault, not mine." I looked up to see an utterly flabbergasted golden boy. Ah, shoot!
"I-what?!" A very, very bewildered Jason Grace asked"I don't know what you're talking about."
Me neither, young grasshopper, me neither.
"Just forget it, okay. It's nothing." I walked away, mumbling about 3 week detentions, with a pouting Jason Grace staring behing me with his blond head cocked to the right.
What happened next happened in slow motion. I was distracted and not looking where the frick I was going. What else is new. I collided headfirst into a mini bookshelf and the bookshelf didn't last worth a plugged pfennig.
Smashity smash and all that jazz!
Those are weird sound effects. I'll need to talk to the author. See what I said about my never even breathing on the fourth wall.
The librarian, Mrs. Fartbiscuit, stormed huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. Coincidink? I think not!
"This Miss Mclean, will result in direct expulsion and-"
"I did it!"
"What?" Both me and the librarian exclaimed at the same time and I am to this day trying to think about the fact that I think like a Fartbiscuit.
The claim had come from a familiar ruggedly handsome blond boy. Does Jason Grace have a nice, hot twin?
Yeah, no. Even I'm not that dense. That's Jason Grace.