It just can't be! How can someone as pretty and popular as me have to get detention for something I didn't even do!? That girl just lied and told the teacher I vandalized the lockers when I clearly didn't!

Walking down the hallway and entering the detention room, I noticed I wasn't the only one there, a girl with her feet on the table, one on top of the other, her hood over her head, covering her face and her arms folded in her chest, was also there. She looked weird, I didn't know who she was, but I didn't care either. I approached the girl and tapped her shoulder.

"Haven't they taught you it's disrespectful to have your feet on the table?" I scoffed, but she didn't answer right away.

"Hey, dumbass. Are you listening?"