The.Person.They.Called

Ever since I got detention, I felt so relax. No one to harass you, no rumors, no noise. Silence. Uh, that word just makes me want to fall asleep. It's so relaxing. There's also hardly anyone there too. I sometimes just go in there for fun. Flip off a student, detention. Shout di**, detention. Slap the a kid in the back of the head, detention.
If you've never had detention, you're living a lie. Imagine, a quite room, hardly anyone in it, no one can talk, or hurt you. It's perfect. It's a drea... Read Full Chapter

I walk into class and everyone goes silent. I take my seat and one guy yells "Krastina, Trace likes you! Why don't you let Trace f*** you in the ass!" The class started dying. The bell rings and my teacher walks in. His name is Mr. Thomas. He's my history teacher. He's okay.

Mr. Thomas: *clears throat* "Attention please. Today is going to be different. We have a surprise assembly today, it's about harassment and what not. We've had this type of assemblies before so don't go pointing fingers... Read Full Chapter