Detention

You walk down the hall alongside Ms. Banner, both of you silently following Mr. Vargas wherever he is leading you. You both look almost completely normal. Your attire is obviously strange, but otherwise, not many of the students still in the halls even notice the three of you. Eventually, you come to an unmarked door with frosted glass in the middle.

Once you step inside, you realize that the Mr. Vargas has brought you to the detention room. The room is filled with mostly guys, with a handful of girls littered about. Since there hadn’t been anyone supervising, the room is in chaos. Kids are sprawled all over desks. A couple of guys in the back of the room have cleared a space for what at least seems like friendly fighting. A guy and a girl are making out fairly intensely in the middle of the room. And a kid at the front blasting music from his phone as loud as it will go.

Obviously the kids in here do not have the utmost respect for authority, but everyone know enough about Mr. Vargas to know that it’s time to settle down. It takes a few minutes, but soon everyone is sitting and paying attention to him.

“Students, you are all hear as punishment for your delinquency and/or misbehavior. Normally, I do not make it my business to attend to such an insignificant aspect of the school’s functioning, but today I have to individuals who have earned a punishment, and I wanted to attend to them especially. You’ll notice that one of these individuals is Ms. Vargas, your school principle. She is here to learn humility, so I want you all to treat both of them as you would any other students. The two of you are to remain in your seats, if you get out of your seats for any reason, you will regret it. Detention will last for one hour, until then I will be locking the door from the outside.” With that, Mr. Vargas stepped out.

Shortly after Mr. Vargas left, the room explodes with chatter and laughter. Most of what you could hear was students mocking Ms. Banner. However, some of the girls in the room started making fun of the way you were dressed, at first just because you were wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, but when they got closer they started calling you a hoochie because your sweatpants were so big and exposed your butt as you were sitting.

You didn’t particularly care about being made fun of. You didn’t know anyone in the room, and certainly didn’t care what they thought of you. However, Ms. Banner was clearly pretty run down emotionally from her confrontation with her boss, and was humiliated at her situation. She was staring straight ahead with no expression no her face, but you could tell by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she was pretty close to breaking down.