Detention
997 Words
I would rather face an attack from demons than be in detention with an ex-bestfriend trying to ruin me and a bunch of creepy teenagers with either drug induced character malfunction or self acclaimed dimwits that think they are cool by being in detention and an aura lacking zac effron look alike and yes i still don't know his name and no am not joking about the demon attack.
After class i went to my other classes with no incidents thankfully and got through lunch untill the end of school.
So here i am in detention using this opportunity to get a head start in my homework, either that or its doodling in my book or tolerating socialising with this misfits more like enduring stupid remarks from them and... 1 more hour to go before i can escape home, why is time suddenly slow?
You must be wondering how the new kid got detention well i have no idea since geometry was the only class i had with him today thankfully and no i am not interested in knowing but i have a feeling that I am about to.
Finally closing my book since am done with my homework, yes am fast and yes am smart but don't you dare call me a nerd,
there's no avoiding the inevitable anymore i stare back at Sheila who has been burning holes into me with the devil stare for the past hour and i throw her a smirk making her loose it turning redder if that's even possible given she's blond with green eyes and a petite figure although a lot curvier than me with a tan complexion, I on the other hand have always been pale.
She looks so murderous i wonder if she's about to burst a vein, stopping myself from imagining i am distracted by a snicker from what's his face and i turn to him blurting out before I can control myself;
'You might want to stop that before we all get burned by blondy'
Shit whatever happened to minding my own business, suddenly he replies with a mocking look of fear directed at Sheila ;
'You don't suppose she's gonna screech again ?'
I can't help it i giggle and look at him as his smirk gets wider and we both burst into laughter .
'The only person who deserves to get burned is you freak' Sheila retorts
'I'm not the one who needs to burn off some calories ' i retort back at her, knowing how much she hates her curves even though she looks good (honestly i think curvy is the new skinny & i envy that but she doesn't know that)
The class fills with laughter and I watch as he chuckles emphasizing his dimples,
hmm can he be any cuter wait no stop that thought remember mind my own business.
The teacher Mrs Winterbottom nicknamed ice-queen wakes up and silences us with her famous cold stare then returns back to sleep, she hates having to be here and dealing with delinquent kids as she calls those in detention as much as I do being here.
As i turn to doodle in my book i see a small piece of paper and open it: hi my name is Tripp, what's your's?
I look at him and he smiles,
Hmm deciding to be mischievous i write back: freak ? and pass the paper back to him,
I watch him closely as he reads it and he smiles huh?.. shocker sense of humor although i should be more surprised he got the joke hmm guess it's part of orientation now to point out 'the freak ' in the school.
He passed the paper back to me and i open it again and read: nice to meet you but i would love a real name please?
Okay am no expert but he's got game and am all for it right now so i reply: Ella and pass it back, just then Sheila decides to interfere;
'Hey newbie you might want to stay clear of the freak before you get hurt or worse... dead' she dramatically purses whispering the last part.
Suddenly a wave of white hot anger so blinding my head begins to spin washes over me causing me to squeeze my fist bowing my head as i close my eyes, what the hell-
I feel tremors so strong it gets loud almost roaring and then i realize its not coming from me but the ground suddenly Mrs Winterbottom wakes up and starts to usher us out muttering something about an earthquake,
just as she drags me up trying to push me towards the door i stumble and as she helps me up i hold the desk next to me to stand upright and head to the door,
I see the paper i exchanged with Tripp burnt and crumple to ashes onto the floor as i look up i catch a glimse of him already at the door with a dark look on his face,lips pursed,hands balled into fists just then he turns to look at me over the chaos of students running out the door shouting earthquake and i see his eyes black orbs replacing the brilliant blue shocking me sending cold pinpricks down my spine,
Mrs Winterbottom seeing the fear on my face quickly drags me out of the class and out the school.
I fall to my knees outside and take in a much needed deep breath and try to calm myself , i refused to think of what just happened and especially what i just saw,
I get up steady myself and look around noticing how everything looked normal, nothing out of place wait did i just imagine that, no everyone seems to be leaving well i guess detention ended early atleast one good thing came out of whatever just happened,
I picked up my school bag and decided to go home before anymore drama unfolds.
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