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Okay third chapter! If you read please review! ) Hope you like.

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I scribbled hard with my pen till there was a satisfying tear through three sheets of paper. I ripped the pages out of my notebook loudly, causing several, nosey, people to glance behind them. I glared back till they looked away. I ripped the paper into shreds and stuffed it into my book bag.

I felt a little cooled off, though not literally due to the temperature of the room. I looked over at Tori who was bust scrawling across the pages of her notebook. I didn't get what she found so interesting about this place.

Stephanie finally entered the classroom closely followed by a girl who's hand was grasped tightly in a tall boy's hand. The girl had dirty blond hair that she always wore straight which lay naturally over her blue and white stripped polo. Her name was Holly Mititus. Everyone knew the name Holly Mititus. Holly had to be the most popular girl at school. She was friendly with everyone and always looked her best. She always seemed to say just the right thing. Holly was every guy's dream date and every girl's fantasy best friend. But she wasn't an air head like Casey. She always got good grades and it was obvious she took pride in her school work. I didn't hate her like I hated Stephanie and Casey, but we never talked. The reason for that she's a two-faced fake, like most people around here, I just never wanted to talk to her and I made that clear. Why would I want to get involved with her when I hate her whole network of friends? Sometimes I think Holly has to many friends for her own good. But it's not like it's my business anyway.

Holly was dating Evan, easily the most popular boy at Rivermound. He was good looking and captain of the football team. Every time a dance came around he would have girls begging on their names to take them. It was kind've pathetic really. But every dance, for the past two years, Evan would escort Holly to every single dance. The two of them must be the longest lasting couple in the history of Rivermound High School. Seriously, the average couple at Rivermound barely lasts a week.

Holly and Evan stopped walking and faced each other in the classroom doorway. They kissed for a few seconds, their eyes closed, lost in a world of their own. The kiss ended and Holly said to him, "See you later." She smiled her beautiful smile before Evan ran off to get to his first period class.

Holly sat down and was immediately surrounded by a circle of people.

I rolled my eyes.

Stephanie strolled over to Matthew and Casey who were still sitting in the same seat, and began to try and bribe Matthew to give her the answers to the social studies homework due in a few periods. But Matthew seemed a little preoccupied with Casey.

Mr. Longo strolled into the room casually, late as always.

"Alright, alright, take your seats people and Raul get your hands off my bulletin board," Mr. Longo said in his highly annoying voice that always agitated me.

Casey grumpily squeezed out of Matthew's seat, smoothing the back of her skirt as she stood up and plopped down in her seat across from Matthew.

"O.K, class. I hope you studies last night."

Please, like I had three hours to devote to studying on top of freakin Matthew's homework.

"Because," Mr. Longo said pausing to shove some loose papers into his desk., "Today I will give each and every one of you a problem to solve. And you do not get the whole period to answer, just to let your know," Mr. Longo said with an expression on his face that stated he knew a couple of students would no doubt take the whole period to solve a math problem if they could. "Easy enough, right?" He asked the class who raised their eyebrows and rolled their eyes.

Great. I hate being put on the spot. Especially in Math which I positively suck at.

I noticed Casey in front of me paying no attention whatsoever to Mr. Longo, but flirting away with Matthew. Poor Matthew was trying, and failing, to keep his eyes on Mr. Longo. It was as if Casey was determined to distract the whole class with her flirting techniques. I clenched my jaw and wrenched my eyes off her. She could piss me off so bad sometimes.

"Stephanie, your up first!" Mr. Longo said leaning across his desk to watch her, amused.

Stephanie looked up from her nails which she had been observing intently.

"Uggh!" Stephanie let out giving Mr. Longo a pure evil look. "But Mr. Longo, I-"

"You know miss, I am really not in the mood for your excuses. Now shall we just get to the point?" Mr. Longo said getting up out of his chair and taking the cap off a red marker to draw a problem on the dry erase board. "Now what do you get when line x crosses line y. . . . . ."

I completely lost it after that. Geometry is so pointless. How exactly will it ever benefit our lives?

Stephanie stared at the board, her perfectly shaped eye brows raised.

"Dude, I don't know-" she said but was cut off by a now extremely amused Mr. Longo.

"Wow," Mr. Longo said, laughing a little, "Never been called 'dude' by before. But I guess there's a first for everything now isn't there?"

A few people laughed.

"Stephanie, I would like an answer now unless you would like a failing grade." Mr. Longo said starting to get impatient. Stephanie flipped her long, brown, hair and through up her hands.

"I don't' know!" said loudly.

"Fine than," Mr. Longo said as the class saw him scroll a big zero in the grade booj." He looked down the list of names in the grade book. "Aaah, Lauren, your turn."

I looked up, surprised as always to hear my name called.

"Would you please satisfy us by stating the proper solution to the same problem Miss Cohlear failed to answer."

I stared at the board. What the hell did all those lines mean?

Out of the corner of my eye I see Casey giggling and attempting to hold Matthew's hand despite the fact that they were in two different seats.

I tired to concentrated on the boards and force an answer into my head.

Casey giggled openly as Matthew flashed a smile at her.

But that was it. I had had enough of Casey.

Rage started to build up inside of me.

"Casey, shut up. SHUT UP! I am so disgustingly sick of you! Can't you flick the switch to your flirt machine off for two seconds so I can answer the freakin question?"

It just blurted out of my mouth, uncontrollably. I felt my cheeks flushed. The whole class was staring at me, their mouths open, like clueless fish. Casey looked the most like a clueless fish out of all of them. She stared at me as if I was from a different universe.

"Casey, that is quite enough out of you. I don't know who you think you are young lady," Mr. Longo said angrily, glaring at me."Go to the detention room, now."

I snatched up my book bag and walked towards the door, keeping my eyes anywhere but on the faces staring at me. I roughly wrenched the door open and lat it slam behind me.

I stormed down the hall. You have got to be kidding me. This is the seventh time I've landed myself in detention this year. Great. Just, great. Could this get any more unfair? How come Casey could get away with practically making out with Matthew in the middle of class, yet I'm the one who gets detention for speaking out and saying exactly what was on everyone's mind. I was just the only one who had the guts to say it. I really couldn't care less what Casey and her fake friends thought.

I strode up to room 133. I grasped the cold, silver doorknob and turned it, opening the door. I stepped in to the dark, gloomy room with it's familiar, gray walls. Seats filled the small room. But the chairs were all vacant. Which made sense I reminded myself. How many people got detention the first ten minuets of first period?

I walked up to the front of the room where Miss Stacie or "The Detention Lady", as most people called her, sat flipping through today's newspaper. Ms. Stacie was a women in her early to mid forties. She had dark red hair that was styled nicely. Black rimmed glasses sat upon her nose like they always did when she read the newspaper. She wore a fair amount of make up that complemented her facial features. She looked up as I reached her desk.

"Ahh, Lauren. Gotten yourself in detention again have you? What did you do this time?" Ms. Stacie asked, interested.

"I-I lost my temper," I admitted, surrendering to the fact that I deserved to be here. "But it was for a perfectly good reason. And I don't regret it," I added.

"Oh, I'm sure," Ms. Stacie said, neatly writing my name on the no longer bare sheet of paper.

"Sit down, hon" she said gesturing to the seat in front of her while taking a sip from her coffee cup.

I sat down roughly. I didn't bother to take my book bag off over my head, but just sat down with it still on. Ms. Stacie wasn't that bad. She wasn't that bad at all. In fact, in most cases I would rather sit here in detention with Ms. Stacie than be stuck in class. Ms. Stacie was nice. She never interrupted me with "better opinions" like most people would, and she always listened to what I had to say. But still, Mom wouldn't be exactly thrilled to hear that I got myself into a seventh detention. But I didn't get myself into it. Casey Benting got me into it. A quick wave of fury flowed through me at the thought of her, but I shook it off

I leaned back in my chair, my arms fully crossed. I looked around the dark room. There was nothing really to look at. The room had a sort of office building feel to it with it's dull, gray walls. The reason why the room was always shrouded in a gloomy darkness was because the white blinds of the window were always closed. They were always closed because if you so much as touched the blinds they would collapse in a heap on the floor. I've seen Ms. Stacie trying, and failing, to open the blinds to let some sunshine in the morose room. Ms. Stacie says the school is just too lazy to buy new blinds. I agree.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall to the left of me. Ten minuets had passed since Mr. Longo sentenced me to detention.

"So tell me Lauren," Ms. Stacie said "What exactly did you do to get yourself in here once again?"

I sighed grumpily, though thankful for Ms. Stacie's concern. Or was it amusement?

I retold the happenings of this morning. I admit, it feels refreshing to have someone to explain the anger and frustration too.

"Oh, I see," Ms Stacie said, now definitely looking amused. "Yes, I can see how that girl can get on your nerves. The few times that teachers actually have sent her here for her inappropriate intentions in class she was, shall I say, a rather painful pain in the rear."

I almost laughed out loud hearing Ms. Stacie refer to Casey like that. I could so picture Casey using desperate attempts to catch the attention of some dude in detention.

The next fifteen minuets went by faster than I thought they would. Detention really wasn't that bad talking to Ms. Stacie. When the bell rang signaling the end of first period I half wished I could stay in the dark and gloomy yet Casey-free room.