The classroom used by St. Bernard High School for detention was a small room with two broken windows covered with cardboard and some broken tables and chairs that ensured sitting was as torturous as could be. It was a little dusty; Amberly and Trace were usually the only two who would ever be sent to that room. On the wall at the front of the class was a square chalkboard with the words “LOOK AT YOU” written in menacing block letters. A CCTV camera looked down from the top right corner of one of the walls. Kire found himself a nice broken chair and took out his books to start working on some homework.
Ten minutes into detention, he heard the door creak, revealing Amberly.
“What is she doing here?” Kire said.
“Be quiet,” Mrs. Goody snapped. “Amberly here is every bit as infamous as you a
