Mr. Sweeney calmed down a bit after homeroom fully began. I honestly think he was just angry over the ruckus and threw out detention slips to anyone near the 'crime' scene.

My main issue is how I'm going to explain my parents I had to take the late bus today. Being truthful is the way to go, however my parents will want an explanation on why I got detention. I can't just say, 'Oh, I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.'

Even though that's what honestly happened.

I noticed Ned staring down at the pink slip sorrowfully, poor guy. His parents will probably ground him. Loomer on the other hand, carelessly crumpled up his and tossed it in the trash can.

While Mr. Sweeney was quietly going through papers at his desk, Martin turned around. Oh no...please turn around. I don't want to get into MORE trouble.

Martin whispered quickly, "What'd you get detention for?"

"...I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Martin recoiled, "Oh! Your parents will probably understand that."

We'll see about that.

"One time, Mr. Sweeney gave me detention for speaking too much. I mean, where did he get that insane idea. I'm not a chatterbox. In detention I had to be absolutely quiet the whole time while watching Mr. Sweeny grade tests. I was thinking that it couldn't get any worse but--." Martin blabbed on.

I interrupted him, "Ah, I see." He didn't seem to notice the sarcasm and tiredness in my voice.

Martin spat out finally before turning around to his rightful place, "Well, at least you won't be going through detention alone!"

Yeah, detention with Ned, Cookie, Moze AND Loomer. My cup of tea. I'd rather be at home eating chocolate pudding while watching Punk'd.

Life just bites you in the behind that way.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The six next periods went by quickly, to my dismay. I arrived at Social Studies right on time and took my seat.

This time, Mr. Pal wasn't wearing a spartan armor. He was pulling off a business like teacher look. Doesn't seem to suit him. He pulled down a chart,

"And along the nile river..."

Suddenly, something hit me over the head, making my eyes tear away from the front. I spotted a piece of paper laying on the floor next to my chair.

Curious, I carefully picked it up and opened it under my desk.

It read: Your shirt is so cute! Where did you get it?

Curly signature was at the bottom of it, 'Missy.'

Who the heck is Missy...?

My eyes wondered around the classroom, sneakily so that Mr. Pal didn't notice.

A girl with straight blonde hair caught my attention. Her outfit was completely pink, it slightly burned my eyes to look at it.

Apparently this is Missy. She waved aggressively at me and gestured to my top. I might as well answer...

Plucking a pen out of my pencil case, I flipped the note to the other side and wrote:

Thanks! I got it at American Eagle.

Should I sign it?

Deciding quickly, I hesitantly scribbled down my name. Writing this note feels dangerously awkward. Yes, dangerous because I could get caught passing a note. And awkward for a girl that I don't know to ask me about my top while class is in session.

I folded it in two, waiting to see Mr. Pal bring his back to us. When he did, I reacted quickly by lightly tossing the note over to Missy.

However, thanks to my bad aim, it landed on the floor in the middle of two desks.

Someone other than Missy grabbed it. My eyes traveled up to the person, only to be met with blue eyes. Oh. My.

Since when was Loomer in my social studies class? I noticed Buzz and Crony were no where in sight. I quietly gasped in embarrassment as Loomer ignored Missy's protests and ripped open the note.

What a privacy invader.

He smirked slightly after reading it and threw it over to Missy who was glaring daggers at him.

I must admit, at least the note didn't carry something extremely personal.

Mr. Pal's kind voice boomed over my thoughts, "Miss. McGee please turn your attention to the board."

Shoot.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The bell rung, last period was officially over. And my first detention ever has officially begun. It's a sad day.

Throwing my things in my backpack, I dragged it all the way to Mr. Sweeney's room. This time, he wasn't seated at his front desk as usual, however he was cleaning out the fish tank near the window.

Not wanting to bring attention to myself, I walked quietly over to my desk and grabbed out, 'The Book Thief' from my backpack. Might as well do something useful during this darken hour.

I heard Cookie's voice float into the room, "I can't have detention!"

I looked up to see Ned, Cookie and Moze enter the room. They spotted me and sat in the seats next to mine.

Ned replied to Cookie's comment, "Just relax, Cook. We're only here for one hour."

Cookie straightened his thick rimmed glasses, a computer chip like thing was sticking out.

"I never got detention before though! Ruined my perfect record!"

I looked over at him from my book, stating reassuringly, "You aren't the only one."

Mr. Sweeney called from the window, "I want to hear silence!"

How can you hear silence..?

A few minutes gone by. Moze was focused on her math homework, Cookie was fiddling around with his glasses and Ned was playing paper football with himself.

Is this what detention is really like here? Back at my old school, if you got detention, you would sit there for an hour listening to the teacher scream at you.

Different schools, different strategies I guess.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mr. Sweeney walked over and closed the classroom door. However, it was reopened abruptly, guess who?

The late Loomer.

There goes my random nicknaming.

"Mister Loomer, why are you late for your detention?" Mr. Sweeney asked angrily.

Loomer plopped himself down in a seat, rolling his eyes, "I had important business to take care of."

Out in the hallway, a figure staggered past the doorway. I assumed it was a boy. He was covered head to foot in toilet paper.

The voice that erupted from his throat was oddly familiar, "Where's the girl's bathroom when you need it?!"

Coconut Head. Looks like he needs Ned's tips after all.

Mr. Sweeney left the classroom, however not before ordering us,

"Don't. Move. A. Muscle."

He then proceeded to investigate the toilet covered Coconut Head.

Ned gulped nervously as Loomer started to snicker. Yes, his doing.

"What's a matter Bigby?"

Moze just simply rolled her eyes and returned to her math homework.

Ned didn't answer, his face was flushed ever so slightly.

I coughed uncomfortably and returned to part nine of 'The Book Thief'.

When I looked up again for purposes unknown, those blue eyes were glued to 'The Book Thief' protect me if toilet paper ever happened to start flying in my direction.

Just saying.

A/N: I always like chapter 10 in a story. Don't know why..