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Now kids, you have been put into Saturday detention in hopes that you'll think twice before acting out as you have this past week. Our hope, my hope, is that you will not have to come back here again. I hope that by next Saturday, detention won't be full of juniors as it is today, droned on Principal Wartz.

At almost exactly 7:00, the 6 students had already taken seats in the school library and most were staring off into space. Gerald had taken a seat next to his friend Arnold in the front, right row. Phoebe had taken a seat opposite the row in front, listening intently to Principal Wartz. Rhonda was behind Phoebe in the second row, looking into a compact mirror and lipsticking her lips. Helga had a seat in the forth/back left row glaring at the ground. (Phoebe had asked her to sit with her in the front but Helga wouldn't give into that) And Curly was in the third row on the left, behind Rhonda, not looking at anyone.

Now, I want you all to behave and to not move from these seats. I want no chatter and I defintely want absolutely NO MONKEY BUSSINESS! Principal Wartz shouted these last words.

Monkey Bussiness...ooh eeh ahh ahh, Curly muttered from the third row. Everyone stared at him except Helga who had pulled her hood down below her eyes and crossed her arms.

That will be enough Mr. Gamelthort, you've already had enough detentions this year, Principal Wartz scolded, as everyone turned back to the front, Now, I will be right outside that closed door in my office across the hall, the only reason that the library door is closed is because someone pulled out the screw that kept the door open, Wartz said as he eyed everyone around the room suspiciously. In the third row, Curly grinned.

Now behave yourself, Wartz pointed a finger at them and then walked out the library door, as it slammed behind him.

Everyone was silent. Rhonda had finally put her lipstick away and was reading a fashion magazine. Gerald had folded up a paper football and was flicking it across the table to Arnold. Phoebe was rummaging through her backpack and pulling out textbooks. Curly was quickly looking around the room, and Helga was still in her same position: coat hood pulled down low, arms crossed against her chest, and a frown plastered on her face.

Arnold exclaimed as the football flicked out of range and landed on Phoebe's table, across from theirs.

Flick it here, Gerald said to Phoebe as he turned his chair toward's hers.

Phoebe reached over, picked up the paper football and flicked it accurately in front of Gerald.

Hey, that was pretty good, Gerald said in awe, as the petite Japanese girl blushed.

No big deal, Phoebe said quietly as she returned back to her paper she was working on.

Helga looked up and stared from Phoebe to Gerald. Then to Arnold who caught her eye and smiled, she quickly looked away frowning. Curly continued to stare straight in front of him, at Rhonda, who was making a face at a hideous fashion in her magazine. The clock read 7:14. Tick...tick...tick...the clock noised. Everyone continued to remain silent.

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Rhonda finally sighed and slapped her fashion magazine shut, Well, it must've been an hour so far, she exclaimed to everyone as she looked at the clock behind her. It read 7:32. What! It's only been 20 minutes! she cried as she turned back around in her chair.

18 minutes to be exact, Phoebe said, not looking up from her Chemistry textbook.

Shut up, Rhonda fumed.

Hey, leave her alone Rhonda, Gerald scowled, Just because she can count and you can't- Gerald started, smiling at Phoebe who smiled back.

Like I give a shit, Rhonda muttered at Gerald, who gave her a frown.

Gerald said with a disgusted look, and turned back around. Phoebe continued to read her textbook, sneaking glances at Gerald every now and then.

Lets all just get along guys, okay? We all have to be here together, we may as well make the best of it, Arnold said.

Getting along, that's funny, Helga muttered from the back row. No one heard her but Curly who turned around and gave her a mischevious smile. Helga crossed her eyes at him angerly and continued to stare at the floor. 7:34.

So how was the game last night? Arnold asked Gerald quietly.

Pretty good, we won, if that's what you mean, Gerald replied, A little slow at first but finally beat em' 32-30.

That's cool, sorry I couldn't be there, Arnold said.

No prob, Gerald replied, What were you doing anyway?

Arnold blushed.

No way man, were you trying to get a date out of Lila again? Gerald sighed and rolled his eyes.

It's kinda funny, I actually did, we went to the movies, Arnold said, grinning.

What! When did you ask her, how come you didn't tell me? Gerald tried not to scream.

Helga looked over at Arnold, with a kind of sadness in her eyes.

Sorry, didn't wanna jinx it I guess... Arnold chuckled.

Well, did you have a good time? Did she wanna see you again? Gerald asked.

Well, I- Arnold started.

I could answer that question for you, Rhonda said smirking.

Stay out of it Rhonda, Gerald said angerly.

Well, she's my best friend, you may want to be a little nicer to me, Rhonda kept smirking.

But she's not like you Rhonda, she's a lot nicer, Arnold said bravely.

Wow, that's a load of shit, Helga said from the back row.

Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe, and Rhonda turned around.

What do you mean by that? Arnold asked defensively.

It means, football head, that she's not as nice as you think, Helga said, almost challenging him to argue.

Who asked you anyway? Rhonda fumed, Not like you'd fit in with anyone of our status, I can already tell by what your wearing, Rhonda smirked.

Okay, do you wanna fight now? Helga yelled, getting up from her chair.

Rhonda, don't say things like that, Arnold said, shaking his head. C'mon, sit down...Helga, right? Arnold continued, looking at Helga.

Helga said, shocked but trying not to show it.

I remember, we had history and English together last year, Arnold said, thinking.

Helga said nonchalantly.

Arnold started but Curly suddenly stood up and ran to the door.

I wonder if Wartz left yet? Curly said, almost to himself.

What in the hell are you doing? Gerald asked, standing up.

I can't stay here, I can't stay here, Curly continued, rubbing his hands together and looking around the room.

You, are a freak, Rhonda said, smiling and flipping her hair.

Is insulting people all you can't do Rhonda? Arnold asked, sighing.

I call em' as I see em', Rhonda said.

So that's why your a bitch, Helga said, and Rhonda turned around to protest.

I think we should just sit down and be quiet, Phoebe said meekly, from the front row.

C'mon Pheebs, you think we're just gonna sit here, doing nothing? I think that crazy one by the door has the right idea, Helga said, gesturing to Curly, who had opened the door a crack and was peering out.

Damn, he's still in his office, Curly sighed and started to pace around the library.

He didn't see you, did he? Arnold asked wearingly.

Curly replied, still pacing.

What do you plan to do if you get out anyway? Rhonda asked, I think Wartz will notice if you're gone.

Curly asked, suprised she was talking to him.

So, you don't want another detention, do you? Rhonda asked honestly.

What else is knew? Curly said bitterly.

Excuse me? Rhonda said, confused.

You're here a lot, aren't you? Helga said from the back row, I've seen you here before.

Curly replied shortly.

Rhonda asked, bemused.

Curly asked, suprised.

Why are you here all the time? Rhonda asked, head in her hands.

Curly looked as if he was about to respond when he suddenly changed his tuned, Look, it's none of your bussiness why I'm here, just leave me alone...princess!

Rhonda looked taken aback, so did everyone else, I was just asking, you don't have to be so rude about it! Rhonda said angerly.

Everyone was quiet again. 8:02.

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I know it didn't explain much, but whatever...tell me whatcha think, bye for now! ;^)