That evening, I find myself in detention, a place I've never been before. Simon trudges in behind me, clearly not as put off as I am. Which doesn't surprise me, because he isn't new to this. That morning, after getting into English class, I settled in my seat peacefully, retrieving a novel that I was in the middle of so I could get a little reading before Mrs Rutherford started the lesson. Simon took the seat behind me, while Jen settled in the one beside me. Minutes later, Mrs Rutherford started the class. As soon as she instructed us to open a certain page on our textbooks, though, I noticed that she was in a foul mood. Given the snicker that came from behind me, so did Simon. Ford, as most of the students called her, was, mostly, an okay teacher. But, she dealt ruthlessly with students who crossed her. That fine morning, she gave us an exercise to do, then sat back at her desk, her sharp eye
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