I had landed himself in detention yet again. It wasn’t anything serious, or well, not in my eyes. I could’ve done a lot worse, and I had in the past. All I’d done today was get caught passing a note in class about my history teacher. I was passing a note between myself and Knox. Vulgar language might’ve been used at least once or twice, but it was true. Mr. Johnson definitely couldn’t get laid with that boring ass voice of his. Detention wasn’t anything new to me anyways. I practically ruled the place since everyone else was too scared to get a demerit or even speak out of tone around this school. “Hellton” was my preferred term for this lovely boarding school. Creative, huh? I figured it’d just be me today when someone walked into the classroom, definitely looking like they didn’t belong here. Even if they had on a Welton Academy uniform, they didn’t seem like the type to be in detention of all places.