Chapter 3


    “Hey, ready to go?” She asks.


    “I have detention, remember?” I reminded her as I closed my locker.


    “Oh yeah. That sucks.” She replied, pulling a sad face.


    “You have no idea.” I sighed.


    “Okay then, Fll see you tomorrow.” She said as she walked away.


    “Tomorrow.” I said. waving goodbye. I then walked in the direction of the detention room. I still couldn’t


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    believe that I got detention. I really hope this one small mark on my permanent record won’t affect my


    chances of getting into medical school.


    I reached the door that has ‘Detention Room’ written on it and pulled it open. I noted that only one


    person was in the room. A boy, who was busy tapping away on his phone. I entered and went to the


    desk to give my detention slip to the detention supervisor. I then turned around to walk to my seat and


    almost run into someone who had just entered the room behind me.


    “Watch it!” The person growled out and I looked atTound to see Carson Knight.


    Carson was the school’s bad boy. He and his group of friends were always in some trouble. Let’s just


    say he did not care for rules. I was not surprised to see him here. I looked around to see if his friends


    were also here. but it was only him. Normally, it was the four of hem who got into trouble. After all, they


    were always creating havoc together.


    Right now his hands were bandaged up and he ha cuts and bruises on his face. He was probably in


    another fight. No surprise there.


    “You should also look where you are going.” I snapped.


    He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. “What did you just say to me?” “You heard me.” I said


    simply.


    He scrutinized me for a few seconds, before he smirked. “You sure do have a lot of confidence, little


    nerd.” He said.


    I scoffed. “I’m not a nerd.”


    He lifted his eyebrows. “Whatever you say, nerd.” “Douche bag.” I replied, crossing my arms.


    “Enough!” The teacher at the desk in front of us snapped. “Please take a seat. Both of you.” He said,


    pointing his finger in front of him. He looked weary and his eyes were bloodshot.


    I gave Carson onest re, before I walked away and took a seat at the back, near the window.


    Carson sat on the other side of the ssroom. I looked at the front and saw that the teacher had his


    head on the desk. He was probably sleeping, so I took out my earphones, plugged it into my phone and


    began to listen to some music. Maybe if I didn’t pay attention to the time, it would run off quickly.


    Ten minutester, I was still listening to music with my head on the desk. Suddenly, I felt something


    bounced off my shoulders. I looked around to see a crumpled up paper on the floor.


    I looked over to where the boy who I had seen when I just entered the room was. He sat in his seat


    sleeping. Ills head was falling back and his mouth was wide open. I then looked around at Carson. He


    waved at me and tried to look innocent. An evil smirk was ying on his lips.


    I narrowed my eyes at him, before I took up the paper and threw it back at him. It hit his arm and


    bounced to the floor. I smiled in victory. He shook his head and pointed to the boy, as if to say it was


    him who had thrown the paper. I rolled my eyes. As if he was able to throw a paper ball at me. The


    poor boy was busy drowning in his own drool.


    For the rest of the detention period, Carson did not say anything or bothered me again. I was really


    d for that. He had his feet propped up on the desk, texting on his phone. The hour flew by fast and


    finally detention was up. I shot up from my seat quickly and left the room.


    Finally, I could go home. Not that I’m looking forward to it.


    After twenty minutes of walking, I was finally at my house. I looked at the house that I lived in for six


    years; ever since my mother married that monster.


    This ce was definitely not home anymore.


    I looked at the dying flowers that were nted near thewn. They hadn’t been watered or tended to


    since my mom passed. She loved flowers and was the only one who took care of them. Now, they were


    shivered up and dark looking.


    I didn’t know if An was home. The garage door was closed, so I didn’t know if his car was there or


    not. I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. I opened it with my keys and pushed it open


    slowly. It made a creaking noise and I groaned. I hope the noise didn’t wake him up. That is, if he was


    sleeping.


    I sighed in relief when I saw that the living room was vacant. I closed the door quietly and walked


    briskly towards the stairs. I don’t want to take any chances if he was home. However, as soon as I


    reached the foot of the stairs, I heard a sound behind me. I turned around to see An standing at the


    entrance to the kitchen.


    “Where are youing from?” He demanded. -School.” I answered. He narrowed his eyes at me.


    “School ended an hour and a half ago. Where have you been?!” He shouted, moving closer to me. I


    took a step back.


    I didn’t answer. I was trying to calcte in my head how fast I could run up the stairs. Maybe if I took


    them two at a time. I could make it, I thought to myself. As soon as that idea came to my mind, I


    brushed it off. Who was I kidding? With my clumsy self, I probably wouldn’t make it up the first two


    steps.