Sandra walked through the open door into the library, sitting down at the first table that was at the left. She watched as the other teens took their seats, then pulled her science book out of her bag and began writing cuss words in replacement of the big non-understandable shit they put into the trashy damn book. Then, one of the teachers of the school, Mr. Richard "Dick" Vernon, strolled in, looking unpleased as usual.

"Well, well. Here we are. I wanna congratulate you for being on time." Just then, a little prissy-looking girl who had red curly hair, probably the spoiled "princess" of the school, raised her hand.

"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but I don't think I belong in here." She stated. Sandra rolled her eyes at that and continued writing, ignoring Dick. He looked at his watch.

"It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways." Sandra heard the dark-brown-haired boy launch some spit out of his mouth, lean his head back and catch it back in his mouth. She giggled quietly. She then saw the snobby redhead make a disgusted face, and she rolled her eyes at that, and then turned back to her work.

"You will not talk… you will not move from these seats…" The blond guy behind Sandra was about to move, but as soon as Dick said that, he reluctantly shifted back to his original seat. Sandra rolled her eyes (a habit of hers, I guess you should say, every time someone said or did something utterly stupid) and moved to the seat next to the criminal, smirking when she saw the displeased expression on Vernon's face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the rebel smile at her.

"And you," he said, addressing the dark-haired boy and pulling the chair he had propped his feet upon out from under him, "will not sleep."

Sandra stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at Dick. He glared at her threateningly.

"Miss Mayson, that's another Saturday for you." Sandra smirked at him in response. He started to hand out sheets of blank paper and No. 2 pencils.

"Alright, people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay with no less than 1,000 words, describing to me who you think you are." He instructed.

"This a test?" The criminal asked curiously. Sandra prayed it wouldn't be. The only tests she liked were multiple-choice. That way, she could have different answers to choose from and wouldn't have to give a shit whether she got a lot of them wrong, which she usually did.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean one word written 1,000 times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender and Miss Mayson?" Sandra rolled her eyes.

"Crystal." Bender said, looking at the ground instead of at Dick.

"Sure, what-the-fuck-ever." Sandra grumbled, playing with her pencil, imagining herself throwing it at Dick and having it shoot all the way through his head. She laughed quietly at that thought.

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Perhaps you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." Dick said, looking around at the six students. The nerd stood up.

"I think I can answer that right now, that'd be 'no,' 'no' for me cuz-" He was about to say. Dick interrupted him.

"Sit down, Johnson."

"Thank you, sir." The nerd said, sitting back down like an obedient little puppy. Sandra, for, like, the millionth time that morning, rolled her dark blue eyes. She twirled a strand of dark-blue-streaked hair around her finger, staring at the brainiac. "Johnson" quirked an eyebrow when he caught her staring at him. Sandra gave him a mean look and acted as if she was going to lunge at him, and he quickly turned back around, staring at Dick. Sandra snickered.

"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, I got a question." Bender answered. Dick glared at him. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" Sandra laughed uproariously at that sarcastic question.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. And Miss Mayson, you'll be spending the following Saturday in here as well." Dick stated. "Don't mess with the bull, you two, you'll get the horns." Sandra tried to toss one of her metal bracelets at him as he walked away, but it missed.

"Dammit!" She yelled. She went to retrieve it and went back to her spot next to Bender.