Note: This is just a short story, all of the characters belong to me or my good friends Eileen and Bria, unless mentioned otherwise. In other words, NO STEALING. .=[
Other Note: This is told from my character Kassia's POV.
On with the story now.
Detention
Today was a seemingly normal day. Ish. Ms. Rosetta, satan in the form of my homeroom teacher, made me take off some of the clothing I was wearing. Not like what your thinking, though, I didn't have to take my shirt off, or anything. See, I dress. . . well. . . let's just say a little differently than my peers. Anyway, as I was saying, Ms. R made me take off my I Love Cows' arm warmers, and my sarong, and most of the jewelry I wore. I hate her. Really I do. If she got run over by a bus, I don't think I'd care. Clover Jumior High – my school – is so dumb. They tell us to not follow the crowd and have our own sense of style, and when you wear something the least bit different, they make you take it off. Also, they treat us like sluts.
I'm not sure you wanted to know that. But whatever. Freedom passed me a note, and Ms. Rosetta took it and read it outloud to the class;
hey kass, wassup. r u still thinking about ditching math 2day?'
Dumdum Free. I am so busted. I wonder how many weeks of detention I'll get? Knowing Ms. Rosetta, I'd say about. . . THE REST OF THE TERM. YAY.
Ms. R said in a dry way. I see someone – she glared at me – was thinking about ditching Mathematics today. Would that someone – she glared at me, AGAIN – please come to the board and write themselves up for detention?
I stomped to the board and, to annoy that b[bleep], I wrote with my left hand (I'm right-handed),' kASsssssSiA ~ ~ YOu'LLLLL BBBBBBBBEeeE sORR-3'. Then I broke the chalk by throwing it to the ground and jumping on it.
Three weeks, Half-of-Satan hissed at me.
Oh, boy. What fun.
