You didn't mean to get into detention. It was a complete accident. You had been late to school to many times, but that's because you had to take your siblings to school because your parents couldn't but the principal wasn't having it! So now you're in detention. You were the good girl, the one who didn't ever get in trouble. What would people say about you now! It...it's probably nothing...right? It...it won't be so bad. As long as you're the only one there, maybe you could do some homework...

But oh, just your luck. You got detention with the play boy of the school, Bill. He was the delinquent of delinquents. Him and his leather jacket, always smelling of cigarettes. He was leaning back in his chair, his feet proped up on the desk.

"Oh and what do we have here? Miss goody to shoes. Now how did someone like you get in detention? Mm?"