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Detention
1 ReviewsBender's younger sister ends up in detention.
Shermer High school, also know as hell on earth. This is the fifth Saturday in a row that I’ve been here. Bender, my older brother is by my side, his sunglasses covering his drowsy looking eyes.
Outside its cold and foggy, dew still clings to the grass on the football field. I seriously cannot believe I have to give up another Saturday because the fucking vice principal caught me smoking in the bathroom.
Bender and I cross the road. A car slams on its breaks in order to avoid hitting me and my brother. Rolling my eyes I jog up the steps. Bender’s hand grabs onto my shoulder shaking his head, before reaching forwards and pulling the door open for me.
Rolling my eyes I walk into the school which, like every other day, is hot and stuffy. My older brother escorts me towards the library where a preppy looking girl with light red hair and a blonde jock and another blonde boy who looks nerdy are already sitting at tables. They don’t look like the normal kids who inhabit Saturday detention.
As we walk in Bender runs his hand along the things placed on the librarian’s desk. He pockets a few things, handing me a few spare library cards.
Most unfortunate for the nerd he’s sitting at Bender’s table. My brother motions for him to move. Once he does my brother pulls out both chairs, sitting down and propping his feet up on the chair. I climb onto the table, pulling my feet up so that I’m sitting Indian style.
Just then Mr. Vernon the vice principal walks in. Like usual he looks angry, “Well, well, here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time.”
Just then the preppy red head raises her hand, “Excuse me, sir? I think there’s been a mistake. I know its detention, but…um…I don’t think I belong here.”
Vice Principal Vernon ignores her continuing on with his speech, “It is now seven – oh – six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty – four minutes to think about why you’re here. To ponder the error of your ways….”
Just then Bender spits into the air, catching it again in his mouth. Reaching over I hit my older brother in the arm, rolling my eyes at him. Sure I love him and all but he can be a little gross sometimes.
“…and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats,” Vernon points at my brother as he moves towards us, “…and you two....”
The vice principal moves the chair out from under my brother’s feet, pointing from me towards the seat. Rolling my eyes I slump into it just as Vernon continues on.
“…will not sleep. Alright, people, we’re going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay – of no less than a thousand words - describing to me who you think you are.”
Bender looks confused, “Is this a test?”
“And when I say essay…I mean essay,” Vernon says handing out paper and pencils to everyone. “I do not mean one word a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender, Miss Lauren?”
“Um, why do you use his last name but my first name?” I question getting a look from Vernon that tells me he isn’t really in the mood for smart ass questions.
Bender jumps in, “It’s crystal clear.”
“Good. Maybe you’ll learn something about yourself. Maybe you’ll even decide whether or not you care to return.”
The nerdy kid raises his hand, when Vernon ignores him he stands. It’s so obvious this kid has never been in detention before, “You know, I can answer that right now sir, that’d be no, no for me.”
“Sit down Johnston,” the vice principal says.
“Thank you sir,” nerd boy answers, sitting down.
“My office - ” Vernon points towards the doors – “is right across the hall. Any monkey – business is ill advised…. Any questions?”
“Yeah…I got a question,” Bender says. “Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?”
“I’ll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don’t mess with the bull, young man, you’ll get the horns,” Vernon says before turning around to leave.
That’s bullshit. Sure Bender could have kept his mouth shut but Vernon didn’t have to give him another Saturday detention. The only one getting punished by that is the vice principal.
“That man,” I start, my eyes shifting from one person to the next, “is a brownie hound.”
Thankfully Vernon didn’t hear my remark. He gives everyone a once over before exiting the library. Grumbling silently to myself I move back onto the table, giving my brother his foot rest back.
Just as I go to lie across the table I hear a popping noise. Twisting around I notice a girl dressed in all black, she’s biting her nails. Of all the habits to develop that is one of the worst. Why would anyone want to chew their nails off?
“You keep eating your hand and you’re not gonna be hungry for lunch,” I remark before lying across the wooden table and closing my eyes.
“You know I’ve seen you before,” Bender says causing the darkly dressed girl to let out a squeak.
A few minutes later I feel my older brother lifting up my head, when it’s released there is something soft under it. I open my eyes, realize Bender isn’t wearing his jacket anymore, and smile at him. He gives me a nod before taking two fingers and closing my eyes again.
For a long time it is very quiet. I enjoy that nap. At home sleep is hard to come by. Dad is a bit sadistic so it’s better to keep your eyes open than to shut down and hope nothing happens.
“Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…” Bender starts singing part of a song.
I join in knowing that we’re probably annoying everyone else, “…nah, nah, nah….”
“I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
That has to be the preppy red head. She seems stuck up. I hate people like her. They think they’re better than everyone else just because they have money. It’s a load of bullshit if you ask me.
“Well you are so suck it up and shut up so the rest of us can sleep,” I mumble as my brother stops singing, his face screwed up into a serious expression.
“Oh shit! What’re we s’posed to do if we hafta take a piss?”
“Please,” the girl in front of us gasps.
I roll my eyes, balling up my essay paper and throwing it at the back of her head. She turns around and glowers at me.
“If you gotta go…” my brother says unzipping his fly. “You gotta go!”
I begin to laugh as the blonde jock turns around, glaring at Bender. What the fuck does he want?
“Hey, yer not urinating in here man!” the jock says.
I snarl at him, teeth bared hands up like paws. The blonde boy gives me a look of pure confusion. In return I shrug, glancing back at Bender.
“Don’t talk! Don’t talk! It makes it crawl back up!” Bender snaps back.
The jock looks rather riled up, “You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor!”
Bender gasps mockingly, “You’re pretty sexy when you get angry…grr.”
The jock glares at Bender looking as if he might jump over the table and strangle him. I stare lazily at him ready to protect my brother if I have to. All I can say is that this is going to be a very long, interesting day.
Author's Note: so here is a new story, stemmed from my insane love for the Breakfast Club. Please R&R.
Outside its cold and foggy, dew still clings to the grass on the football field. I seriously cannot believe I have to give up another Saturday because the fucking vice principal caught me smoking in the bathroom.
Bender and I cross the road. A car slams on its breaks in order to avoid hitting me and my brother. Rolling my eyes I jog up the steps. Bender’s hand grabs onto my shoulder shaking his head, before reaching forwards and pulling the door open for me.
Rolling my eyes I walk into the school which, like every other day, is hot and stuffy. My older brother escorts me towards the library where a preppy looking girl with light red hair and a blonde jock and another blonde boy who looks nerdy are already sitting at tables. They don’t look like the normal kids who inhabit Saturday detention.
As we walk in Bender runs his hand along the things placed on the librarian’s desk. He pockets a few things, handing me a few spare library cards.
Most unfortunate for the nerd he’s sitting at Bender’s table. My brother motions for him to move. Once he does my brother pulls out both chairs, sitting down and propping his feet up on the chair. I climb onto the table, pulling my feet up so that I’m sitting Indian style.
Just then Mr. Vernon the vice principal walks in. Like usual he looks angry, “Well, well, here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time.”
Just then the preppy red head raises her hand, “Excuse me, sir? I think there’s been a mistake. I know its detention, but…um…I don’t think I belong here.”
Vice Principal Vernon ignores her continuing on with his speech, “It is now seven – oh – six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty – four minutes to think about why you’re here. To ponder the error of your ways….”
Just then Bender spits into the air, catching it again in his mouth. Reaching over I hit my older brother in the arm, rolling my eyes at him. Sure I love him and all but he can be a little gross sometimes.
“…and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats,” Vernon points at my brother as he moves towards us, “…and you two....”
The vice principal moves the chair out from under my brother’s feet, pointing from me towards the seat. Rolling my eyes I slump into it just as Vernon continues on.
“…will not sleep. Alright, people, we’re going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay – of no less than a thousand words - describing to me who you think you are.”
Bender looks confused, “Is this a test?”
“And when I say essay…I mean essay,” Vernon says handing out paper and pencils to everyone. “I do not mean one word a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender, Miss Lauren?”
“Um, why do you use his last name but my first name?” I question getting a look from Vernon that tells me he isn’t really in the mood for smart ass questions.
Bender jumps in, “It’s crystal clear.”
“Good. Maybe you’ll learn something about yourself. Maybe you’ll even decide whether or not you care to return.”
The nerdy kid raises his hand, when Vernon ignores him he stands. It’s so obvious this kid has never been in detention before, “You know, I can answer that right now sir, that’d be no, no for me.”
“Sit down Johnston,” the vice principal says.
“Thank you sir,” nerd boy answers, sitting down.
“My office - ” Vernon points towards the doors – “is right across the hall. Any monkey – business is ill advised…. Any questions?”
“Yeah…I got a question,” Bender says. “Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?”
“I’ll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don’t mess with the bull, young man, you’ll get the horns,” Vernon says before turning around to leave.
That’s bullshit. Sure Bender could have kept his mouth shut but Vernon didn’t have to give him another Saturday detention. The only one getting punished by that is the vice principal.
“That man,” I start, my eyes shifting from one person to the next, “is a brownie hound.”
Thankfully Vernon didn’t hear my remark. He gives everyone a once over before exiting the library. Grumbling silently to myself I move back onto the table, giving my brother his foot rest back.
Just as I go to lie across the table I hear a popping noise. Twisting around I notice a girl dressed in all black, she’s biting her nails. Of all the habits to develop that is one of the worst. Why would anyone want to chew their nails off?
“You keep eating your hand and you’re not gonna be hungry for lunch,” I remark before lying across the wooden table and closing my eyes.
“You know I’ve seen you before,” Bender says causing the darkly dressed girl to let out a squeak.
A few minutes later I feel my older brother lifting up my head, when it’s released there is something soft under it. I open my eyes, realize Bender isn’t wearing his jacket anymore, and smile at him. He gives me a nod before taking two fingers and closing my eyes again.
For a long time it is very quiet. I enjoy that nap. At home sleep is hard to come by. Dad is a bit sadistic so it’s better to keep your eyes open than to shut down and hope nothing happens.
“Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…” Bender starts singing part of a song.
I join in knowing that we’re probably annoying everyone else, “…nah, nah, nah….”
“I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
That has to be the preppy red head. She seems stuck up. I hate people like her. They think they’re better than everyone else just because they have money. It’s a load of bullshit if you ask me.
“Well you are so suck it up and shut up so the rest of us can sleep,” I mumble as my brother stops singing, his face screwed up into a serious expression.
“Oh shit! What’re we s’posed to do if we hafta take a piss?”
“Please,” the girl in front of us gasps.
I roll my eyes, balling up my essay paper and throwing it at the back of her head. She turns around and glowers at me.
“If you gotta go…” my brother says unzipping his fly. “You gotta go!”
I begin to laugh as the blonde jock turns around, glaring at Bender. What the fuck does he want?
“Hey, yer not urinating in here man!” the jock says.
I snarl at him, teeth bared hands up like paws. The blonde boy gives me a look of pure confusion. In return I shrug, glancing back at Bender.
“Don’t talk! Don’t talk! It makes it crawl back up!” Bender snaps back.
The jock looks rather riled up, “You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor!”
Bender gasps mockingly, “You’re pretty sexy when you get angry…grr.”
The jock glares at Bender looking as if he might jump over the table and strangle him. I stare lazily at him ready to protect my brother if I have to. All I can say is that this is going to be a very long, interesting day.
Author's Note: so here is a new story, stemmed from my insane love for the Breakfast Club. Please R&R.
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