You grumbled, walking into detention with a scowl on your face. What a wonderful day. You slumped down on the chair, putting your work on your desk with a thud.

You looked over, noticing someone writing rather aggressively on their paper. It was one of your classmates, the one that got into detention so often that it was practically their home by now. What did they do this time? Probably for exploding the lab or something.

They scoffed as they tapped their pen against the table, looking annoyed.

"What are you looking at?"