I'm sitting in homeroom when the intercom turns on for the daily announcements of who has to go where and what college visits there are and which bathroom stalls to avoid. All a normal day.
I hear my name rattled off on the list of people who have to go see the dreaded Ms. Anderson, my grades dean. And so, gathering my books and saying farewell, I march up to receive what is almost undeniably recieved after a visit to the Dean- A Detention.
So I forgot to sign in to Wellness hour once- so what? no big deal. Nevermind. Freedom is taken out of my grasp.
And so, I arrive where my detention has been assigned to- The Pottery Teacher's Ro