I went on the lunch line and saw that they were serving spaghetti with meatballs - my favorite.
"Um excuess me, but could you give me a lot. I am starving." I said to the lunch lady when it was my turn.
She gave me a look saying 'Who do you think you are?'
"Never mind." I said, "I was just joking." She handed me the plate, a fork and a knife.
I went outside on the grass and sat down to eat. When there was 5 minutes left, I quickly throw out my things and went to the locker.
"Ok, let's see, turn to the right to the number 36, than turn to the left to the number 7. Than turn the lock to the right two times. Than turn left to the number 59. Pound the center when you are done." I said out loud. I pound the middle. Nothing happened.
I pounded the center again and again and again. Only God knows how much time I pounded the center.
"UGHHH!!! Great. My locker doesn't work." I said.
I pulled the lock as hard as possible. "Open! Open! Open up you stupid locker!"
I got so angry that I punched the space right above the lock and it was a miracle that the lock popped open.
"Maybe violent does come in handy in some situation." I said as I shoved all of the unnecessary books in the locker.
I slammed my locker shut and dashed down the left hall to advanced literature.
I threw the door open just as I got there and immeditantly started to apologize; "Good afternooon Mr. Harris I am so sorry that I am late, my locker was jammed and - "
"Head to the detention room right now young lady!" he yelled. My eyes widen just as he spoke it. Those were the words that I never wanted to hear.
"W - wha - "
"Detention room." he said slowly, "It is room 620."
I am sooo dead! It is going to be on my permanent record! PERMANENT, PERMANENT, PERMANENT record!!!! I will never graduate high school and have a successful life. I will be doomed for the rest of my life. I will never make a good living and when I don't make a good living, I will die from hungier and sadness. Oh, what have a done to my life!! I want to - I thought, but stopped when I reached the detention room.
I knocked on the door.
There was answer.
I opened the door and peeked inside the room. Empty.
Of course, what did I expect, a whole bunch of people? Because people in Fortman know not to waste their education privileged in the detention room.
I was about to go look for the principal when the door flew open and I ran into a wall.
No, my bad, somebody.
I looked up to see who I ran into and immediately my mind mumbled how handsome he was.
He was handsome. Very handsome. So handsome ... Woahhhh. I thought, awestruck.
But than, my mind jumped to conclusion that he could be the principal.
Oh my God, Jesus Christ, WHAT WAS I THINKING??? ABOUT MY PRINCIPAL????
"Look, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been late on the first day, I knew it. It was just that I was trying to find my locker and I got lost and I bumped into someone and my locker was jammed. And did I tell you that I am new here, you probably know, so please don't expect too much from me. Please don't make this detention go onto the permanent record. I am so sorry, principal - " I ranted.
"Are you done talking, yet?" he asked.
My eyes widened.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I am not the principal so I don't know why you are calling me principal and I don't care if you are late or whatever." he said.
My cheeks grew hot, "Sorry, I thought that - "
"Save it for someone who cares." he said, walking pass me to get a seat.
My jaws dropped, "What is - "
"Yo Sebastian, did you see the janitor's face when - well, hello there. It seems like there's someone who arrived at the detention room before us." said a guy who just entered the room.
I frowned.
"I'm Brandon." he said, smirking at me.
"Hi." I said quietly. His smirk grew bigger.
"Hey! I know you!" said another's voice. That voice sound familiar. I turned to see him.
Him. HIM!! THAT GUY! THAT GUY FROM THE HALLWAY, THE FIRST GUY WHO TOUCHED MY HANDS!!
"Hey! It's you! That guy! I mean, I know you too." I said to that guy.
"I'm Valentino." he said.
Valentino. Valentino, oh so lovely. I cooed.
"Hi, I'm Candice." I said,blushing, "Thank you for helping me this morning."
"Oh, it's nothing - "
"Since when do you help anyone - "
Someone cleared their throat. I spun around. The principal.
Ellen Lambert, Principal her golden name tag printed.
I ran up to her. "Principal Lambert, I can explain why I am here." I said, quickly, "I am so sorry, don't mean to be late. I am was just trying - "
"Ms. Rose, come to my office where we can talk - "
"Please Principal, I promise I - " her glare stopped me from speaking.
"You too Mr. Blake."
Oh God, I am so doomed. First I was late, than I was sent to detention and now I got myself into more trouble by talking to Mr. Rudehead. What have I done to myself?
"Have a seat." the principal said. I gulped, I took a deep breath, I am ready for it.
"Ms. Rose, the reason that you're here is because I am going to ask you a favor." the principal said.
"A favor?" I asked.
"Yes." she said, nodding.
I relaxed a little.
"I want you to tutor Sebastian." she said.
" ... Sebastian ... " I said, turning my head slowly to look at him.
"Yes." she said.
" ... In which subject?" I asked, I was already dreading this.
"All." she said.
"All?" I squeaked.
"I realized that asking you to do such
