Yes, your second week in HHS and you had already ended up in detention, it wasn't the start of year or anything – it was just you who had started this late in the year, having just moved in from where you earlier resided in

You were left unsupervised thirty minutes in your two hour sentence and the only other boy there who you had already sort of gotten to know (mostly from heresay) sprinted to the door and started to barricade it, chuckling to his own amusement You wondered how it was he made it into highschool with that kind of immaturity "Ei! Come on now, you've gotta help me out, you've just sat there doin' nothin' this whole time! That cannae be fun and that's a statement" He had a very heavy accent, it was easy to tell the boy wasn't just from the old US of A, maybe raised here at best