Detention

For the first half hour of detention, Megan and Mrs Garcia sat in the otherwise vacant classroom. Megan was nervously counting down the seconds until she could go to the lost-and-found and try to free herself from this mess. The only other thing to do in the silent room was listen to the individual threads of her t-shirt as they creaked and gave way under the stress of her continuously growing breasts.

Meanwhile, Mrs Garcia was practically asleep in her chair.

Megan wondered to herself if she could sneak away to the security office while her eyes were closed, but was once again too scared to risk it.

Both of them were awakened by a loud knocking on the door.

Mrs Garcia rolled her eyes. "Stay there."

Megan watched from her seat as Mrs Garcia investigated the source of the disruption. To her surprise, she heard Mrs Garcia yell angrily, something about, "inappropriate," before falling silent. She leant forward for a better view of the doorway, but jumped as Mrs Garcia returned, expecting to be told off.

However, as she recovered from the surprise, she noticed something odd about her teacher. Despite calmly walking to her desk and sitting down, Mrs Garcia's eyes were wide in fear, darting around as if trying to look at something without moving her head. She sat at her desk politely and faced straight ahead robotically.

"Thanks, Miss," a condescending voice said, from the doorway.

Mrs Garcia replied with a furious facial expression.

At this point, Megan realised her day had gotten a whole lot more complicated.