Just then Mr. Vernon Emerson walked in. He was a tall pudgy man with a big mustache that looked more like a ferret was attached to his face. He had brown hair that was combed perfectly. He was wearing a t shirt with a gray sweatshirt and jeans. He held a stack of papers in his left hand. He looked at each student individually, as he held a snide look on his face.
"Well...well...well...I want to congratulate you all for making it here on time." he said, glaring at the students. His voice filled with so much disrespect it's a miracle he even got the job in the first place. Kuki raised her hand, looking straight at him with all her Prom Queen charm. Mr. Emerson looked at her, eyebrows raised, he sighed, "What is it Sanban?" he asked her.
"Well, sir, I think theres a mistake, I know it's suppose to be detention and all...but...um... I don't belong here." she said, not letting her nerves get to her. She was Prom Queen, she shouldn't have to be in detention, this was obviously a ruse by the girls who had ran against her for Prom Queen. Yes, that was it, a ruse, Kuki Sanban was perfect in every way. She had beautiful hair, wonderful clothes, could date any boy with a snap of her fingers, not to mention she always got straight A's in all of classes. Yes, Kuki Jin Sanban was perfect.
Emerson scoffed at her pity attempt to get out of detention and he continued on as if she never said anything at all.
"It is now seven-oh-six, you have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you are here, to ponder the error of your ways..." he said, his voice droning as he looked at the trouble making student. Yes, trouble makers, each and everyone one of them were trouble makers, no good, good for nothing children, whom he was to waste a Saturday to watch them for their mistakes.
Wally, bored looks up at the ceiling, collecting spit in his mouth, which he then proceeded to spit into the air an catch it.
Kuki, who saw it out of the corner of her eye started to gag at the disgusting scene.
Mr. Emerson continued to talk, "...and you may not talk, you are not to move from these seats." he said, walking down the isle between the tabled, Abby tried to make her self more invisible by trying to make herself smaller. Mr. Emerson stopped in front of Wally, looking at him, daring him to do something.
"...And you.." he said, jabbing a chubby finger the size of five number two pencils at Wally. He reached with his other hand an yanked the chair out from underneath Wally's feet, which hit the ground with a loud bang.
"...will not sleep, got that?" he asked, turning away from Wally and making his way behind Rachel and pulled her hood down. Rachel shot him a glare at the back of his head, holding up her middle finger as he walked away, unknowing.
Wally seeing this, sniggered, and put his hand behind his back and Rachel low-fived him.
"Alright people," Emerson said, as he faced the students. "we are gonna try something a little different today. We are gonna write an essay-no less than a thousand words-describing to me who you think you are." he said.
"Is this some sort of test?" Wally asked, annoyed, first he had to do detention, on a Saturday nonetheless, but now the principal was assigning as essay! Who did he look freaking Steven Spielberg? Na-Uh Wallabee Beatles does not write essays.
Emerson ignored him as he handed out lined paper and pencils and begins to talk again, all the students in the room thought the same thought, 'did this man ever shut up?'
"And when I say essay, I don't mean an essay with the same word repeated one thousand times." he looked at Wally, "Is that clear Mr. Beatles?" he asked.
Wally looked up, "Crystal." he said, meeting his stone cold glare.
"Good, maybe you'll learn something about yourself. Maybe even realize you don't want to return to detention." he said.
Hoagie raised his hand, eager to get on the good side o the principal, if he can, maybe he will allow him to study.
He stood up so that the principal would notice him "Mr. Emerson, sir, I can answer that question right here with a 'No.' because-" he started but Emerson cut him off.
"Sit down Gilligan." he said, glaring at the brown haired boy, daring him to defy him.
"Thank you sir." he said quickly, sitting down, so much for that plan, looks like everyone was on the mans bad side.
Emerson continued, "My office." he said, pointing to a room in the hallway, "is right there, and any monkey business is very ill-advised." he looked at the trouble maker students, "Any questions?"
Wally raised his hand. "Yea, I got a question."
Emerson looked at him suspiciously.
"Does Justin Bieber know you raided his closet?" Wally said, sounding genuine.
Emerson looked at him coldly and smiled. "I'll answer that question for you next Saturday, Mr. Beatles. Don't mess with the bull or you will get the horns." he said walking out of the library, the door staying open.
The six students look around, wishing they could be anywhere other than here.
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