Summer's Pov
Detention on day two was somehow worse than day one.
At least yesterday there had been the novelty of it. The adrenaline still in my system, the fight still fresh, something to sit with. Today it was just a room and two other students who looked as miserable as I felt, and Mr. Sam at the front reading something on his phone with the energy of a man serving his own sentence.
They had us arranging books for the first twenty minutes. The library shelf situation, apparently, had gotten out of hand and someone had decided that detention students were the appropriate solution. I stacked textbooks in alphabetical order and thought about my life choices.
Brianna's chair was empty.
Mr. Sam noticed at the thirty minute mark.
He looked at her empty chair. Then at me. "Do you know w
