You got into detention. You? The grade A and B student? This was a mistake. A ridiculous mistake...right? No. It wasn't. You got into a fight with some anoyying guy who wouldn't shut up about how dorky your sweater looked. It was stupid, but you seem like you're very easy to snap lately. All this pressure about finals, and don't forget to mention band practice. And it doesn't help much that everybody is so expecting of you.

Fortunately, there was only one person in the classroom with you, unfortunately, it was Violet. Or, Vi. You pray that she wouldn't come up to you, she was known for starting fights. And you didn't need anymore pressure right now.

The clock ticking, the tapping of Vi's fingers on the desk, the buzzing in your ears, and not to mention that horrible stench from all the kids before. It was all unbearable, you weren't made for detention. You were slowly cracking, and Vi could tell. Despite her sitting across and behind from you.

"You alright there, cupcake?" She speaks up..her voice was gentle, but you knew she was just trying to torment you.