Note: Okay. Nellie is Eileen's character, and Freedom is Bria's. Ms. Rosetta is based off. . . someone. . . XP Someone that I know. XPXPXPXPXP Tara and Pasque are also my characters along with Matt (Kassia's crush). Chad is Freedom's boyfriend, and Bria's OTHER character. Let's see. . . And Ashley is my character, but she's not in this story [yet]. Okay, I'll stop bugging you now. . . (^_O)


Detention - Chapter Two:

While Satan is Away


I have a plan, I said to Freedom and Nellie.

Oh, no, said Nellie.

This can't be good.

Shutup, Free. Just listen. I'm going to do something to get Ms. R out of the room while I have detention. Then, once she's gone, I can sneak out. I'll wreck her room, first. Then maybe I'll steal the janitor's key like I did last time, and put ketchup all over Pasque's locker, I sniggered. But instead of the supportive response I wanted, instead I got this:

I don't know Kass. The last time you did that, you got detention for a whole term.

I think she should put ketchup in Pasque's locker. But first mix it with mustard.

Freedom has a thing against Pasque. I honestly don't blame her. After all, very popular people – like Free – hate it when they have competition. Competition in the form of my long lost twin who has bleached hair and violet contacts. But still Pasque is family – whether she lives in a different house, and is a popular little brat who is only vegetarian for weight reasons – so maybe I should just put ketchup-mustard in Tara's locker. I really HATE Tara. She had copied me in Fifth grade, but now she says she has her own thing going'. Her own thing going' is dressed in a slutty shirt with an oversized sweatshirt and bell bottoms. Wow, Tara. How creative. I have never since another outfit like that before. Not. And she wears TONS of eye-junk on her eyes. Like three layers of eyeshadow, and twenty layers of eyeliner. Once when I asked her why she wore so much make-up, she threatened to slap me.

I told her I slap her back. But it's not like I'm not used to being slapped. My parents slap me a lot. They say I have an attitude'. I say whatever. I bet they could slap ten times harder than Tara, even if she tried.

I don't think Tara would be very happy to find ketchup-mustard in her locker. Hmmm. . . . . . . I can't wait until lunch. I hope they've stacked LOTS of those little ketchup and mustard packets. . .