misslizzie1204
The concept of detention was quite foreign to me, as I sat in the library watching the condemned slump in their seats, swagger in the door, sign off on the slip of paper at the front desk.
'Excuse me, is this the detention area?' I glanced up, and saw a new teacher I hadn't met looking expectantly down at me- I stifled a laugh, how would I know?
'She has never served detention in her life.' A familiar voice called.
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