Detention felt like being in hell. The teacher, Mrs. Ryans was a literal pain. She kept her eye on me the entire time as if I was going to suddenly ran out of the class screaming like a lunatic. That was the reason I also kept staring out the window at the other students who were either going for sports or other extracurricular activities. I missed being them, being free and not stuck in a room with a woman who looked about ready to throw me out of the window.
I sighed, I still didn’t have my phone and Mr. Martins said the only time I would be allowed to get it back was after detention. Yeah me, I still had an entire hour in here. Deciding I needed to find something to do other than what the other guys in detention were doing, I grabbed my notebook and started thinking about all the thing
