"You will write three pages of how you'd be a civil student and later a part of society as a responsible human being." The principal, Mr. Brownie says, slamming a pile of papers down on the school library's front desk. A low whistle blows a few seats behind you, making you turn back to look at the source. To say you're surprised would be a lie.

"I'll personally invite you and your father to my office if you write me three sheets of inappropriate sentences again, Afton." Brownie says, his finger pointing at a very nonchalant Michael who only smiles back.

"If I hear a single sound from you two, I'll have you both helping the janitor with the toilets." He warns before pulling his coat off the chair and striding towards the doors, throwing one threatening glance back at Michael before vanishing into the hallway of the school. Mr. Brownie's office is a few feet away from the library, so any loud sound could easily reach his ears and he'd definitely enjoy free service from students since the toilets needed a little cleaning.

A few minutes pass in total silence. None of you move to grab a sheet of paper. The clock seems like the loudest sound in the whole space. What should be a lazy Saturday morning in bed is now a very boring and annoying detention class.

"Pssst,"

You turn to look at Michael, whose legs rest idly on the desk, his arms crossed over his chest, using his weight to rock the chair back and forth. Seeing your questioning look he throws a paper plane that lands on your table with a soft thud. He gives a silent motion to unravel it. Feeling curious, you grab the plane, slowly pulling the edges and opening the note. Your brows frown at the silly stick figure on the note, seemingly representing your appearance in a shabby fast sketch. Seeing your reaction, a snort leaves his mouth.