| Straight: Student and Teacher: Detention (1/5) |
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I pelted down the corridor, late again. I was always late, it didn’t bother me that much, but to this class! I ran round the corner nearly colliding with one of the hall monitors. “Fuck!” “Well, well, well,” James drawled in his annoying tone. “Late again are we Miss Hewitt?” “Yea, I missed my buss and my mum couldn’t give me a lift today,” I replied wishing he wouldn’t keep me too long; I was soo going to be in deep shit if I was much later. “Really? You seem to miss a lot of buses, don’t you?” he continued knowing the longer he kept me the more trouble I’d be in, the shit head. He just loved his little power trips. He was the Hitler of the hallways and loved nothing more than to hand out yellow slips (three or more got you a detention). “Look I’m late, nothing new there, so just give me the slip and let me go, ok!” I snapped. James was really starting to annoy me now. I needed to hand in my essay. The one I’d actually bothered to do for once. James got out his notebook (he is such a loser!). “Right, first you’re late, that’s one slip. Second you’re not in your full uniform, that’s another slip.” I looked down; it was close. If you didn’t count my army boots and non-school tie. But I wasn’t going to let him get the better of me. I was late, might as well go down with style. “I am wearing uniform you twat!” I spat at him. “Your skirt’s too short, you’re wearing boots, you’re not wearing the right tie, it’s got to be green and red! And you’ve got nail varnish on,” he said, a sadistic smile spreading over his face. God I just wanted to punch his stupid smug face. I could feel the anger boil inside me starting at my feet moving its way up my body at an increasingly fast rate. But I couldn’t; as much as I wanted to hit him he was the assistant to the head teacher and therefore had protection on him- touch him and get kicked out of school. And I really didn’t want that, and that’s what made him soo smug. Everyone in school hated him but they couldn’t do anything about it, and my god did he abuse it! “Thirdly,” he continued, “you’re being rude and offensive to a member of staff, that’s a third slip! Oh dear miss Hewitt looks like you’ve just got yourself a dentition after school tonight with yours truly, look forward to seeing you.” He handed me three rectangles of yellow card and walked round the corner. I stared at the cards. Bastard. I looked round the corner to see his back walking away from me and I stuck my middle finger up at him, some small victory for my part. And I made my way off to class now a depressing 20 minutes late. Oh well at least I had the essay. Sitting down at lunch I pulled the crushed sandwich out of the bottom of my bag. I looked at the cheese and pickle squished out of the bread and now congealing in the cling film. I threw it at a nearby bin, it bounced off the rim and landed on the floor. I gave it an evil stare hoping the power of it would make it bounce off the floor and land |
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