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some in my life...
Monday Afternoon
Fifth Period- Lunch
Bradley C. Meyers
a.k.a
Mush
I sat at the end of my lunch table, pretending to be invisible. As usual, this wasn't hard...I was reading English- we were going to have a class discussion today and nobody ever called on me...then got mad when they didn't get full scores for class participation...
I looked up from my ham sandwich to observe the lunchroom. That was the only thing about school anyway- watching people, studying their habits, picking up on them...see, being quiet's not all that bad, is it? Nobody notices you staring at them so they don't think you're a perverted freak.
Mmmhmm, Sarah defiantly has a thing for Oscar and Morris doesn't notice...Ruth's pretending to have problems so her girlfriends can coo over her...attention freak...and wow, SHES not a virgin anymore...and it looks like Aaron's the culprit...
As I was watching these people, Kid Blink walked by my table. My eyes stealthily (hopefully) followed him as he got on the lunch line and waited. Who knew somebody who wore an eyepatch could be that HOT? I guess it has something to do with pirates...
Johnny Depp. Yum.
I mean...
Hi.
SO!
I saw Kid Blink get off the line and head towards my table. I quickly looked down, pretending to be interested eating my sandwich in equal bites.
I must've looked like a moron.
"Hey."
I looked up, startled at the voice and met the eye of Kid Blink. Wow it would sound so much more dramatic if I knew his name...
"Can I sit here?"
I stared at him, frozen. Why was he talking to me?
"Am I bothering you?"
........
"O.K, I'll just...go now..." Kid Blink slowly backed away from my table, his eyebrows raised. Was it my imagination...or did he look dejected?
I continued staring at the spot where Blink had been standing, resisting the urge to down myself in my milk.
What the hell was WRONG with me?
Detention- 7:50 A.M
Peter Brooks
a.k.a
Kid Blink
Oh joy, another morning of Detention with the Opinionated Crew had dawned! Could you just FEEL the happiness RADIATING off my body?
I'd rather be painting damnit.
Or talking to a tree. Either really...
I was first to arrive in the disgusting jail cell. My father had taken it upon himself to drive me this morning and had decided to give me a one-sided seminar discussion on college...
"Peter you must begin to take your academics studies seriously. I don't know why you have to take TWO art classes rather than just ONE honestly! You should be taking LAB and CALCULUS and OTHER CLASSES THAT WILL RUIN YOUR ARTISTIC GENIUS AND HELP YOU GET A PRACTICAL BORING JOB THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO DO EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR MONOTONOUS MEANINGLESS LIFE!"
Ok, no, but you get the point...I hope...
Anyway, I was there ten minutes early, giving me the chance to put up my invisibility shields before the other guys came.
Jack got there first, bringing the unappetizing aroma of cigarette smoke in with him. He sat down in the same seat he had chosen last week (the one closest to the door) and rubbed his forehead, apparently thinking about something realllll important.
Probably how to rob a store without being seen.
Specs came next, carrying nothing but a 500-page book. He walked quickly to the chair two seats away from Jack and began to read, adjusting his glasses.
Snitch came in and sauntered to his seat, a neutral expression on his face. Dutchy walked in right behind him holding a yo-yo in his hand. He "yo-yoed" to his seat and continued doing so when he sat.
Spot and Racetrack arrived at the same time. They both tried to come through the door simultaneously, neither letting the other pass. Even Specs looked up from his book to watch.
Racetrack finally pushed Spot out of the way and made it through first, though he slipped and fell hard onto the floor. Spot walked past him, picking up the marble Race had tripped on.
Mush walked in, his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. He refused to make eye contact as he...I think RAN is the proper word...to his seat where he sat, staring at the floor.
I sighed when I saw him, remembering the other day at lunch. Why hadn't he wanted me to sit with him? Nobody could be THAT shy...probably the one eye thing damnit...
David or the Walking Mouth, whatever the kid was called came next, a HUGE backpack on his back. Honestly, he's so scrawny I don't know how he didn't fall over. What a nerd.
Skittery was the last to join our happy family, walking across the room, bobbing his head to invisible music. As soon as he sat he took up the tune with his hands. It was like having a radio without the commercials. And the singing. And the music...ok so it wasn't really...I wish I had a point...
Miss. Larksen walked into the room, practically glowing in her newest pink outfit, holding pens and paper...oh God this didn't look like it'd be fun...
Detention- 8:03 A.M
Simon Hollows
a.k.a
Specs
"Today we're going to try something a tad bit different boys," Miss. Larksen said, walking around the room. She placed a piece of paper on each of our desks. "You're all going to write me an essay answering the following questions: How you wound up in detention, what you can do to correct your ways and how this experience will change you. Everyone has four hours to complete it so I expect it done by the time I come back."
Racetrack raised his hand slowly, a smirk glued on his face. Miss. Larksen frowned but (stupidly) called on him anyway.
"Yes?"
"Do we have to?"
"What?"
Racetrack spoke slowly, as though he was explaining something to a baby.
"Do. We. HAVE. To?"
"Yes, of course you do."
"Why?"
"Because I'm telling you to."
"Why?"
"In hopes of correcting your ways!"
"Why?"
"Because you might never succeed!!"
"Why?"
"Because...because I SAID SO!" Miss. Larksen finally snapped, throwing the pens she had been holding violently into the air.
"OW MY EYE!" she screamed as one of the pens hit her.
Racetrack and Spot snorted and Skittery banged his hands against the desk without changing his bored facial expression which just caused everybody to laugh.
"Another month detention!" Well that sucked...
And got us all to shut up.
"But Miss-"
"STOP IT!"
"That ain't fair!"
"ISN'T!"
"MISS-!"
"SHAAAASHHHHHHHH!" Miss. Larksen waved her arms around in a circle to "shush" us before continuing.
"Thanks to Mr. Higgins here, you've ALL received an extra month of detention."
Racetrack moved to talk but Spot threw something at his head.
"AND!" Miss. Larksen continued, fire in her eyes "If I come back and you all haven't written a proper essay I will have you in Detention UNTIL SUMMER!"
Miss. Larksen stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut on her dress.
Everybody's eyes slowly shifted to glare at Racetrack who was sitting, acting as though nothing had happened.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ASSHOLE?!"
We should've all guessed it would be Spot who spoke first.
Racetrack shrugged and took out his deck of cards.
"She deserved it."
"But now we're stuck in here for another month!" I shouted. Yeah I was annoyed and what?!
"And I already can't take it in here for FOUR HOURS with NO BREAK," snapped Cowboy fingering his breast pocket, which probably contained his cigarettes.
"Maybe you'll stop smoking now, eh COWboy?" Cowboy flipped Spot the birdie and Spot threw a pencil at his head.
"Can't you keep your wiseass mouth SHUT?" Snitch yelled at Racetrack.
"No."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!"
"Because that's what I am. A WISEASS, isn't that right?"
"I bet that's how you got your ass in here, right?"
"Fuck yeah!" yelled Racetrack, snapping his cards angrily. "People expect to see a wiseass so I give them one even though I wind up in detention for it! And you know what? I LIKE IT!"
"What the hell's WRONG with you?"
Everybody turned to look at David, open mouthed. Except Racetrack. No, Racetrack just narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"What's wrong with me?" His voice was low and cold, sending shivers down my spine...this wasn't going to be good, was it?
"You want to know. What's wrong. With me." Racetrack slammed his cards down and got up, slowly walking over to where the Walking Mouth was sitting.
"I don't know kid, what IS wrong with me? Well, you're supposed to be smart. Why don't you tell me? You know what you all call me. I'm the gambler. Right? So there's a problem."
He was standing right above David now, counting off problems on his fingers.
"And I like to speak my mind, right? So there's another one. And I hate the teachers of this school so I like to give them a hard time. You counting kid? You keeping track?"
Everybody was watching now- even Skittery had stopped drumming, the tension in the room was thick.
Racetrack leaned onto David's desk, putting his on his hands so he was eye to eye with the kid.
"That's what's wrong with me? Right? So you pretty much answered it yourself, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" He yelled into David's face, making him flinch.
"Racetrack calm down..."
"Come on, he didn't mean it..."
"FUCK OFF!" Everybody jumped as Racetrack stood, his gaze sweeping the room.
"None of you know SHIT about me!"
The silence would've been deafening if Skittery hadn't started tapping something out with his fingers.
"Don't ask what's wrong with me," he said turning around to go back to his desk. "Don't talk about me. Don't talk TO me."
He walked past his desk, grabbing his cards on the way. He went to the teacher's desk in the corner of the room and sat there, his back facing us.
Detention- 9:50 A.M
Mark Roberts
a.k.a
Skittery
Well, Racetrack's little outburst sure was a GREAT change of scene! I mean, why wouldn't we want to be informed that we were locked in a room with a PSYCHOPATH?
This was just fantastic...
Since these people can't be quiet for more than a minute, they had begun to talk. Now it was about that retarded essay...
"Are any of you going to write it?"
"I don't want to get in trouble..."
"I just don't want ANOTHER month of detention..."
"What did you do to get in here anyway?"
Specs had asked Snitch who shrugged.
"Nothing."
"How could you've done nothing and be here?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Pffft, you just don't want to tell us."
"So what did you steal?"
"Nothing!" Snitch glared at Spot. "I never stole anything in my life."
Cowboy snorted and Snitch turned his gaze to him.
"It's true! I was framed last year!"
"Uh huh...then why're you here?"
"Mr. Denton thought I cheated on a Shakespeare quiz he gave."
Spot rolled his eyes.
"WHAT?! It's TRUE!"
"Who'd he think you cheat off of?"
"Ruth Smith."
Yeah I've cheated off her before...
"So he put you in detention without evidence?"
"Yup," said Snitch, clicking a pen he had taken out of his pocket. "He heard about the incident from last year..."
Click click click click
"And he knew about my grades..."
Click click click click click click
"And he knew what Ruth usually gets..."
Clickclickclickclickclick
"So you know he just ASSUMED-"
"Dude, stop before you break the pen," I said, cutting Snitch off. Snitch looked down at his pen surprised.
"Sorry," he murmured, now just spinning the pen around on his hand. He turned his attention to me. Damnit now I was going to have to talk.
I continued drumming, pretending to be oblivious to everything else. "What did you do Skittery?"
I shrugged, beating out the overture to Carmen. "No homework."
"Pardon?"
"Didn't do homework."
There was a pause. Boy do I know how to kill a conversation or WHAT?!
Specs surprised me by continuing.
"So you just didn't do homework."
I nodded, playing Beethoven with my fingers. You know, talking's annoying. No. No conversation for me.
Spot looked at me. "You're supposed to be a senior."
I nodded again, keeping the same blank face on. The only things that showed my emotions were my fingers, playing feverently against the desk. Asshole's going to bring it up he's going to bring it up...
"You're still a Junior, right?"
Not going to say anything not going to say anything not going to-
"So you're the dumb one."
I took in a deep breath and felt my face tighten. "Yup."
Spot laughed, pleased with himself.
"And you're here because you beat the shit out of a little girl, right BAYARD?" I calmly said, my fingers ending Beethoven and moving to Debussy.
Spot's eyes became hard.
"Don't call me that."
I shrugged and let the others take over.
Detention- 10:15 A.M
David Jacobs
a.k.a
Walking Mouth
"You're name's Bayard?"
Spot glared at Dutchy, who seemed scared he had spoken. "Yeah and yours is Davin. Shouldn't talk."
He turned back to Skittery, who was still drumming. This wasn't going to be good, was it?
"I cut Larsen's class. I don't know why she gave me five mother fucking months but she did. I don't beat up girls asshole."
Skittery shrugged, still drumming out who the fuck knows anymore. "Just figured you wouldn't beat on anybody bigger'n you. Girls're about your size."
Definitely not a good thing to say...
"YOU THINK I CAN'T BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU?!"
Skittery shrugged which only infuriated Spot further.
"Why you mother fucker I'm going to-"
"Don't you think we're in enough trouble?" I turned to look at Cowboy. He was just calmly staring at the two boys as though nothing horrible was about to happen. "If you start a fight then we'll all be here until we graduate and really, I don't want that. You guys understand?"
"But he-"
"Shut up Spot."
"BUT-"
"SPOT!"
Spot glared at Cowboy and at Skittery. Wow if the phrase looks could kill were accurate...
"Well what the fuck did you do Cowboy? Probably fighting too, weren't you?"
Cowboy shook his head. "Nope. Just lit a cigarette in the bathroom. Caused the fire alarm to go off."
"So THAT'S why we had a fire drill so late in the day!" Specs remarked. Cowboy looked confused.
"No, that's why we had a fire drill third period," he said "I don't know why we had one seventh..."
Mush squeaked and we turned to him. I had forgotten he was there...
"Did you say something Mute?"
"Mush."
"That's what I said..."
Mush widened his eyes and shook his head. Now why wouldn't he want to tell us why he had squeaked...
Something clicked.
"Mush, when precisely do you have lab?" I asked, trying to keep my voice in control.
He mumbled something that was incoherent.
"Pardon?"
"He said seventh."
"YOU'RE THE REASON ONE OF THE LABS IS DESTROYED!" I shouted, surprising myself. That was the GOOD lab, it was HIM?
Mush looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
"You set the lab on fire?"
"Too cool!"
"No, now we have no place to work with acid!"
"Stop ragging on him Mouth, he didn't do it on purpose!"
"See, I don't deserve to be in detention!" I said, louder than I had wanted. "My cell phone just went off in class, I didn't destroy a lab!"
Dutchy looked at me strangely at that sentence. What did I say?
"You're the one whose cell went off during lab?"
I stiffened, remembering what exactly had been heard when the phone had been answered.
"That was a strange conversation, wasn't it?" Dutchy continued, playing with his yo-yo.
I just looked down, refusing to make eye contact.
There was an awkward silence...except Skittery was playing something who knows what I only listen to classical...
"I broke 1,000 dollars worth of art equipment."
I looked up at Kid Blink who sort of winked at me...or he blinked, not really sure...
"How the HELL did you accomplish that?"
He shrugged, smiling bitterly.
"I guess people forget I'm blind in one eye or something because they just put chairs where I can't see them."
"So you tripped over a chair and..."
"Caused a chain reaction of destroying everything from canvas to plastic fruit."
Kid Blink nodded. I'm not sure why he nodded, but he did.
"Your turn," he said, looking at Specs.
"I just let Joseph copy my homework. Mr. Weisel thought I was making him do my homework and gave me Detention. I shouldn't be here either."
Dutchy nodded "Me too, I was just late to Miss. Larksen's class!"
A snort came from the teacher's desk. Oh joy, it appeared Racetrack had decided to rejoin us...
"You know you did more than that Dutch-Boy."
The tips of Dutchy's ears and his nose went red. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
"You fell into her breasts nimwad."
There was a general chuckle that went around the room and some more various parts of Dutchy's face went pink.
"Not like I meant to or anything..." he muttered looking down.
"Who would?" asked Specs and everybody laughed.
It was unanimously true...
Detention- 11:34 A.M
Bryan P. Higgins
a.k.a
Racetrack
I don't know if I made myself clear, but I wasn't in the best of moods. People were fucking pissing me off. I had had a rough night and then these Stereotypes were stereotyping ME? GOD DAMN...
The talking had subsided. They were probably all writing their essays, little pansies. So afraid of a teacher, an insignificant TEACHER...
Well Skittery wasn't doing any work. I knew this because he was still drumming. Yup, stillll drumming. Yeah, last week I hadn't cared at all...last week I thought Spot was a moron for losing his temper.
Last week was fucking different.
"How do you spell remarkable?"
"R-E-M-A-R-C-"
"No there's no C it's R-E-M-A-R-K"
"No, it's a C, there's no K."
"I'm telling you yes there is."
"I think you've lost it."
"I don't know, is there a dictionary?"
"R-E-M-A-R K I know it has to be a K."
Silence. Good I was just about to loose my
"Are you sure?"
"WHO THE FUCK CARES?!" I yelled, slamming the desk. I turned to look at THEM again, all with various degrees of who the hell knows anymore on their faces.
"IT'S JUST A WORD! ONE MEANIGLESS WORD! She's not going to notice if it's spelled with a K or a C or a fucking Q! AND YOU!" I turned to Skittery who was in the middle of My Bloody Valentine. "STOP MOVING! It won't kill you BUT I JUST MIGHT! And how about this!" I said, unwilling to stop yelling. "We all just SHUT UP today and see if we can carry that out to NEXT week until all of our SIX fucking months are up! THEN we can go our separate ways and never see each other again so we ALL WIN!"
A silence followed my rant and I went back to shuffling my cards. I hadn't thought it was possible, but Skittery had stopped moving again.
"Bad day, Race?"
I looked up to see who had dared to speak. I should've figured it would be SPOT.
"Shut up Jackass," I said, looking back down at my cards.
"None of us want to be here asshole."
"No shit," I murmured.
"What the hell's the matter with you today?"
"None of your god damned business."
"So you admit something's wrong."
My back tightened. "Did I say that?"
"Pretty much. By yelling the entire time we've been sitting here."
I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."
"Says who? You?"
"Yeah," I said. Suddenly though, I WANTED to tell them all WHY I was in such a bad mood, what exactly was wrong with me...why I had had such a bad night...
Oh why the hell not...
I opened my mouth to say when the door opened and Miss. Larksen stepped in.
What were the odds of that happening...
End Chapter
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Monday Afternoon
Fifth Period- Lunch
Bradley C. Meyers
a.k.a
Mush
I sat at the end of my lunch table, pretending to be invisible. As usual, this wasn't hard...I was reading English- we were going to have a class discussion today and nobody ever called on me...then got mad when they didn't get full scores for class participation...
I looked up from my ham sandwich to observe the lunchroom. That was the only thing about school anyway- watching people, studying their habits, picking up on them...see, being quiet's not all that bad, is it? Nobody notices you staring at them so they don't think you're a perverted freak.
Mmmhmm, Sarah defiantly has a thing for Oscar and Morris doesn't notice...Ruth's pretending to have problems so her girlfriends can coo over her...attention freak...and wow, SHES not a virgin anymore...and it looks like Aaron's the culprit...
As I was watching these people, Kid Blink walked by my table. My eyes stealthily (hopefully) followed him as he got on the lunch line and waited. Who knew somebody who wore an eyepatch could be that HOT? I guess it has something to do with pirates...
Johnny Depp. Yum.
I mean...
Hi.
SO!
I saw Kid Blink get off the line and head towards my table. I quickly looked down, pretending to be interested eating my sandwich in equal bites.
I must've looked like a moron.
"Hey."
I looked up, startled at the voice and met the eye of Kid Blink. Wow it would sound so much more dramatic if I knew his name...
"Can I sit here?"
I stared at him, frozen. Why was he talking to me?
"Am I bothering you?"
........
"O.K, I'll just...go now..." Kid Blink slowly backed away from my table, his eyebrows raised. Was it my imagination...or did he look dejected?
I continued staring at the spot where Blink had been standing, resisting the urge to down myself in my milk.
What the hell was WRONG with me?
Detention- 7:50 A.M
Peter Brooks
a.k.a
Kid Blink
Oh joy, another morning of Detention with the Opinionated Crew had dawned! Could you just FEEL the happiness RADIATING off my body?
I'd rather be painting damnit.
Or talking to a tree. Either really...
I was first to arrive in the disgusting jail cell. My father had taken it upon himself to drive me this morning and had decided to give me a one-sided seminar discussion on college...
"Peter you must begin to take your academics studies seriously. I don't know why you have to take TWO art classes rather than just ONE honestly! You should be taking LAB and CALCULUS and OTHER CLASSES THAT WILL RUIN YOUR ARTISTIC GENIUS AND HELP YOU GET A PRACTICAL BORING JOB THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO DO EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR MONOTONOUS MEANINGLESS LIFE!"
Ok, no, but you get the point...I hope...
Anyway, I was there ten minutes early, giving me the chance to put up my invisibility shields before the other guys came.
Jack got there first, bringing the unappetizing aroma of cigarette smoke in with him. He sat down in the same seat he had chosen last week (the one closest to the door) and rubbed his forehead, apparently thinking about something realllll important.
Probably how to rob a store without being seen.
Specs came next, carrying nothing but a 500-page book. He walked quickly to the chair two seats away from Jack and began to read, adjusting his glasses.
Snitch came in and sauntered to his seat, a neutral expression on his face. Dutchy walked in right behind him holding a yo-yo in his hand. He "yo-yoed" to his seat and continued doing so when he sat.
Spot and Racetrack arrived at the same time. They both tried to come through the door simultaneously, neither letting the other pass. Even Specs looked up from his book to watch.
Racetrack finally pushed Spot out of the way and made it through first, though he slipped and fell hard onto the floor. Spot walked past him, picking up the marble Race had tripped on.
Mush walked in, his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. He refused to make eye contact as he...I think RAN is the proper word...to his seat where he sat, staring at the floor.
I sighed when I saw him, remembering the other day at lunch. Why hadn't he wanted me to sit with him? Nobody could be THAT shy...probably the one eye thing damnit...
David or the Walking Mouth, whatever the kid was called came next, a HUGE backpack on his back. Honestly, he's so scrawny I don't know how he didn't fall over. What a nerd.
Skittery was the last to join our happy family, walking across the room, bobbing his head to invisible music. As soon as he sat he took up the tune with his hands. It was like having a radio without the commercials. And the singing. And the music...ok so it wasn't really...I wish I had a point...
Miss. Larksen walked into the room, practically glowing in her newest pink outfit, holding pens and paper...oh God this didn't look like it'd be fun...
Detention- 8:03 A.M
Simon Hollows
a.k.a
Specs
"Today we're going to try something a tad bit different boys," Miss. Larksen said, walking around the room. She placed a piece of paper on each of our desks. "You're all going to write me an essay answering the following questions: How you wound up in detention, what you can do to correct your ways and how this experience will change you. Everyone has four hours to complete it so I expect it done by the time I come back."
Racetrack raised his hand slowly, a smirk glued on his face. Miss. Larksen frowned but (stupidly) called on him anyway.
"Yes?"
"Do we have to?"
"What?"
Racetrack spoke slowly, as though he was explaining something to a baby.
"Do. We. HAVE. To?"
"Yes, of course you do."
"Why?"
"Because I'm telling you to."
"Why?"
"In hopes of correcting your ways!"
"Why?"
"Because you might never succeed!!"
"Why?"
"Because...because I SAID SO!" Miss. Larksen finally snapped, throwing the pens she had been holding violently into the air.
"OW MY EYE!" she screamed as one of the pens hit her.
Racetrack and Spot snorted and Skittery banged his hands against the desk without changing his bored facial expression which just caused everybody to laugh.
"Another month detention!" Well that sucked...
And got us all to shut up.
"But Miss-"
"STOP IT!"
"That ain't fair!"
"ISN'T!"
"MISS-!"
"SHAAAASHHHHHHHH!" Miss. Larksen waved her arms around in a circle to "shush" us before continuing.
"Thanks to Mr. Higgins here, you've ALL received an extra month of detention."
Racetrack moved to talk but Spot threw something at his head.
"AND!" Miss. Larksen continued, fire in her eyes "If I come back and you all haven't written a proper essay I will have you in Detention UNTIL SUMMER!"
Miss. Larksen stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut on her dress.
Everybody's eyes slowly shifted to glare at Racetrack who was sitting, acting as though nothing had happened.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ASSHOLE?!"
We should've all guessed it would be Spot who spoke first.
Racetrack shrugged and took out his deck of cards.
"She deserved it."
"But now we're stuck in here for another month!" I shouted. Yeah I was annoyed and what?!
"And I already can't take it in here for FOUR HOURS with NO BREAK," snapped Cowboy fingering his breast pocket, which probably contained his cigarettes.
"Maybe you'll stop smoking now, eh COWboy?" Cowboy flipped Spot the birdie and Spot threw a pencil at his head.
"Can't you keep your wiseass mouth SHUT?" Snitch yelled at Racetrack.
"No."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!"
"Because that's what I am. A WISEASS, isn't that right?"
"I bet that's how you got your ass in here, right?"
"Fuck yeah!" yelled Racetrack, snapping his cards angrily. "People expect to see a wiseass so I give them one even though I wind up in detention for it! And you know what? I LIKE IT!"
"What the hell's WRONG with you?"
Everybody turned to look at David, open mouthed. Except Racetrack. No, Racetrack just narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"What's wrong with me?" His voice was low and cold, sending shivers down my spine...this wasn't going to be good, was it?
"You want to know. What's wrong. With me." Racetrack slammed his cards down and got up, slowly walking over to where the Walking Mouth was sitting.
"I don't know kid, what IS wrong with me? Well, you're supposed to be smart. Why don't you tell me? You know what you all call me. I'm the gambler. Right? So there's a problem."
He was standing right above David now, counting off problems on his fingers.
"And I like to speak my mind, right? So there's another one. And I hate the teachers of this school so I like to give them a hard time. You counting kid? You keeping track?"
Everybody was watching now- even Skittery had stopped drumming, the tension in the room was thick.
Racetrack leaned onto David's desk, putting his on his hands so he was eye to eye with the kid.
"That's what's wrong with me? Right? So you pretty much answered it yourself, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" He yelled into David's face, making him flinch.
"Racetrack calm down..."
"Come on, he didn't mean it..."
"FUCK OFF!" Everybody jumped as Racetrack stood, his gaze sweeping the room.
"None of you know SHIT about me!"
The silence would've been deafening if Skittery hadn't started tapping something out with his fingers.
"Don't ask what's wrong with me," he said turning around to go back to his desk. "Don't talk about me. Don't talk TO me."
He walked past his desk, grabbing his cards on the way. He went to the teacher's desk in the corner of the room and sat there, his back facing us.
Detention- 9:50 A.M
Mark Roberts
a.k.a
Skittery
Well, Racetrack's little outburst sure was a GREAT change of scene! I mean, why wouldn't we want to be informed that we were locked in a room with a PSYCHOPATH?
This was just fantastic...
Since these people can't be quiet for more than a minute, they had begun to talk. Now it was about that retarded essay...
"Are any of you going to write it?"
"I don't want to get in trouble..."
"I just don't want ANOTHER month of detention..."
"What did you do to get in here anyway?"
Specs had asked Snitch who shrugged.
"Nothing."
"How could you've done nothing and be here?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Pffft, you just don't want to tell us."
"So what did you steal?"
"Nothing!" Snitch glared at Spot. "I never stole anything in my life."
Cowboy snorted and Snitch turned his gaze to him.
"It's true! I was framed last year!"
"Uh huh...then why're you here?"
"Mr. Denton thought I cheated on a Shakespeare quiz he gave."
Spot rolled his eyes.
"WHAT?! It's TRUE!"
"Who'd he think you cheat off of?"
"Ruth Smith."
Yeah I've cheated off her before...
"So he put you in detention without evidence?"
"Yup," said Snitch, clicking a pen he had taken out of his pocket. "He heard about the incident from last year..."
Click click click click
"And he knew about my grades..."
Click click click click click click
"And he knew what Ruth usually gets..."
Clickclickclickclickclick
"So you know he just ASSUMED-"
"Dude, stop before you break the pen," I said, cutting Snitch off. Snitch looked down at his pen surprised.
"Sorry," he murmured, now just spinning the pen around on his hand. He turned his attention to me. Damnit now I was going to have to talk.
I continued drumming, pretending to be oblivious to everything else. "What did you do Skittery?"
I shrugged, beating out the overture to Carmen. "No homework."
"Pardon?"
"Didn't do homework."
There was a pause. Boy do I know how to kill a conversation or WHAT?!
Specs surprised me by continuing.
"So you just didn't do homework."
I nodded, playing Beethoven with my fingers. You know, talking's annoying. No. No conversation for me.
Spot looked at me. "You're supposed to be a senior."
I nodded again, keeping the same blank face on. The only things that showed my emotions were my fingers, playing feverently against the desk. Asshole's going to bring it up he's going to bring it up...
"You're still a Junior, right?"
Not going to say anything not going to say anything not going to-
"So you're the dumb one."
I took in a deep breath and felt my face tighten. "Yup."
Spot laughed, pleased with himself.
"And you're here because you beat the shit out of a little girl, right BAYARD?" I calmly said, my fingers ending Beethoven and moving to Debussy.
Spot's eyes became hard.
"Don't call me that."
I shrugged and let the others take over.
Detention- 10:15 A.M
David Jacobs
a.k.a
Walking Mouth
"You're name's Bayard?"
Spot glared at Dutchy, who seemed scared he had spoken. "Yeah and yours is Davin. Shouldn't talk."
He turned back to Skittery, who was still drumming. This wasn't going to be good, was it?
"I cut Larsen's class. I don't know why she gave me five mother fucking months but she did. I don't beat up girls asshole."
Skittery shrugged, still drumming out who the fuck knows anymore. "Just figured you wouldn't beat on anybody bigger'n you. Girls're about your size."
Definitely not a good thing to say...
"YOU THINK I CAN'T BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU?!"
Skittery shrugged which only infuriated Spot further.
"Why you mother fucker I'm going to-"
"Don't you think we're in enough trouble?" I turned to look at Cowboy. He was just calmly staring at the two boys as though nothing horrible was about to happen. "If you start a fight then we'll all be here until we graduate and really, I don't want that. You guys understand?"
"But he-"
"Shut up Spot."
"BUT-"
"SPOT!"
Spot glared at Cowboy and at Skittery. Wow if the phrase looks could kill were accurate...
"Well what the fuck did you do Cowboy? Probably fighting too, weren't you?"
Cowboy shook his head. "Nope. Just lit a cigarette in the bathroom. Caused the fire alarm to go off."
"So THAT'S why we had a fire drill so late in the day!" Specs remarked. Cowboy looked confused.
"No, that's why we had a fire drill third period," he said "I don't know why we had one seventh..."
Mush squeaked and we turned to him. I had forgotten he was there...
"Did you say something Mute?"
"Mush."
"That's what I said..."
Mush widened his eyes and shook his head. Now why wouldn't he want to tell us why he had squeaked...
Something clicked.
"Mush, when precisely do you have lab?" I asked, trying to keep my voice in control.
He mumbled something that was incoherent.
"Pardon?"
"He said seventh."
"YOU'RE THE REASON ONE OF THE LABS IS DESTROYED!" I shouted, surprising myself. That was the GOOD lab, it was HIM?
Mush looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
"You set the lab on fire?"
"Too cool!"
"No, now we have no place to work with acid!"
"Stop ragging on him Mouth, he didn't do it on purpose!"
"See, I don't deserve to be in detention!" I said, louder than I had wanted. "My cell phone just went off in class, I didn't destroy a lab!"
Dutchy looked at me strangely at that sentence. What did I say?
"You're the one whose cell went off during lab?"
I stiffened, remembering what exactly had been heard when the phone had been answered.
"That was a strange conversation, wasn't it?" Dutchy continued, playing with his yo-yo.
I just looked down, refusing to make eye contact.
There was an awkward silence...except Skittery was playing something who knows what I only listen to classical...
"I broke 1,000 dollars worth of art equipment."
I looked up at Kid Blink who sort of winked at me...or he blinked, not really sure...
"How the HELL did you accomplish that?"
He shrugged, smiling bitterly.
"I guess people forget I'm blind in one eye or something because they just put chairs where I can't see them."
"So you tripped over a chair and..."
"Caused a chain reaction of destroying everything from canvas to plastic fruit."
Kid Blink nodded. I'm not sure why he nodded, but he did.
"Your turn," he said, looking at Specs.
"I just let Joseph copy my homework. Mr. Weisel thought I was making him do my homework and gave me Detention. I shouldn't be here either."
Dutchy nodded "Me too, I was just late to Miss. Larksen's class!"
A snort came from the teacher's desk. Oh joy, it appeared Racetrack had decided to rejoin us...
"You know you did more than that Dutch-Boy."
The tips of Dutchy's ears and his nose went red. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
"You fell into her breasts nimwad."
There was a general chuckle that went around the room and some more various parts of Dutchy's face went pink.
"Not like I meant to or anything..." he muttered looking down.
"Who would?" asked Specs and everybody laughed.
It was unanimously true...
Detention- 11:34 A.M
Bryan P. Higgins
a.k.a
Racetrack
I don't know if I made myself clear, but I wasn't in the best of moods. People were fucking pissing me off. I had had a rough night and then these Stereotypes were stereotyping ME? GOD DAMN...
The talking had subsided. They were probably all writing their essays, little pansies. So afraid of a teacher, an insignificant TEACHER...
Well Skittery wasn't doing any work. I knew this because he was still drumming. Yup, stillll drumming. Yeah, last week I hadn't cared at all...last week I thought Spot was a moron for losing his temper.
Last week was fucking different.
"How do you spell remarkable?"
"R-E-M-A-R-C-"
"No there's no C it's R-E-M-A-R-K"
"No, it's a C, there's no K."
"I'm telling you yes there is."
"I think you've lost it."
"I don't know, is there a dictionary?"
"R-E-M-A-R K I know it has to be a K."
Silence. Good I was just about to loose my
"Are you sure?"
"WHO THE FUCK CARES?!" I yelled, slamming the desk. I turned to look at THEM again, all with various degrees of who the hell knows anymore on their faces.
"IT'S JUST A WORD! ONE MEANIGLESS WORD! She's not going to notice if it's spelled with a K or a C or a fucking Q! AND YOU!" I turned to Skittery who was in the middle of My Bloody Valentine. "STOP MOVING! It won't kill you BUT I JUST MIGHT! And how about this!" I said, unwilling to stop yelling. "We all just SHUT UP today and see if we can carry that out to NEXT week until all of our SIX fucking months are up! THEN we can go our separate ways and never see each other again so we ALL WIN!"
A silence followed my rant and I went back to shuffling my cards. I hadn't thought it was possible, but Skittery had stopped moving again.
"Bad day, Race?"
I looked up to see who had dared to speak. I should've figured it would be SPOT.
"Shut up Jackass," I said, looking back down at my cards.
"None of us want to be here asshole."
"No shit," I murmured.
"What the hell's the matter with you today?"
"None of your god damned business."
"So you admit something's wrong."
My back tightened. "Did I say that?"
"Pretty much. By yelling the entire time we've been sitting here."
I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."
"Says who? You?"
"Yeah," I said. Suddenly though, I WANTED to tell them all WHY I was in such a bad mood, what exactly was wrong with me...why I had had such a bad night...
Oh why the hell not...
I opened my mouth to say when the door opened and Miss. Larksen stepped in.
What were the odds of that happening...
End Chapter
A.N ooooh so something's wrong with Racetrack...Yeah cliffhanger wooo you're all going to hate me, aren't you? =X Don't worry, I'll have the next chapter up in a week. And I think it'll be funnier than this, I know it was really REALLY dramatic this time...I hope you all don't mind... Sorry it's taken so long for me to update this one, I've been busy and chairs have been falling on me and today...wow I don't want to get into today. I have a feeling you wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway...so I hope you guys liked it...I promise, something really good happens next chapter. OH sorry this chapters sort of long too...I hope I didn't lose you...ok done rambling, onto SHOUT OUTS:
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