Serve Detention
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You are being punished for your crimes against humanity! You shouldn't be having fun drawing fantasy shit like an eight year old! You decide to just sit out your detention like a proper student. Maybe you will nap off in the middle of it, but there's always the chance of the teacher waking you up and prolonging your suffering!
But try as you might to maintain your honor, you end up chatting with your inmates. Clara the goth surprises you when she asks you to do her hair. McCrabson tries to crack some sexist joke about that, only to end up bitch-slapped by Clara. Carson tries to mind his own business as usual, but couldn't help giggle at the scene, leading Clara to suggest doing his hair next. All in all, you have a pretty good time with this bunch of misfits, mostly thanks to the teacher turning a blind eye to your little bonding session of course, aside from asking you guys to check the noise level.
Once detention is over, the evening sunset bids you and your friends home. You part with smirks and "see you again", rather satisfied at how the day turns out in spite of your cynical thoughts this morning. It is nice to have these mundane moments once in a while, you think to yourself as you begin the trek home.
Home is a modest three-room apartment with two cramped bedrooms on the second floor. There's a small comfort, however - your room has a seaside view. At least waking up here everyday has its perks, and you get to visit that beach whenever you want. Dinner is ready by the time you reach home, a warm plate of steak and pasta. Your mom asks you about school; it seems she wasn't informed about your tardiness today. Your dad talks about his backbreaking work at the warehouse and how it was a pain in the ass. The usual expected conversations, the usual routine exchange. It seems quite pointless in the grand scheme of things, but surprisingly, you feel quite okay today about such normality.
You head to bed early tonight in fear of being late again tomorrow. Before you could pull your blanket over you, however, a noise at the window catches your attention. Someone is tossing pebbles at the glass like it's some cliche high school romcom. You worry about the window breaking and become annoyed. Who's going to pay for it if it's broken?
You look outside, ready to yell at the moron, when you see that one classmate who has a crush on you at school, standing outside with a boombox. You face-palm at the cheesiness of the situation, cursing the stars for putting you on the second floor of a ten-storey building.
