CHAPTER ONE – SATURDAY SUCK-
*Skyler’s P.O.V.*
“This better not happen to you every again Skyler. Are you listening?”
“Yeah” I plugged in my earphones getting out of my mother’s lexis. Arriving to school on a Saturday sucks, especially with detention for six hours. I’ve never seen the campus this lonely and quiet, and thinking of it yesterday was the last day of school, WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN DOING HERE. The idea of having detention on the weekend sucked, who ever created that? Like seriously?
I open the hall doors making my way toward the coach’s classroom which was 813, that was a long walk. The classroom doors were closed and all you could here was the sound of my footsteps. Everything was empty except for the championship wall filled with pictures of the soccer team and baseball team. I finally arrived to the open door and Coach Collins sat.
“You’re late”. He was getting some papers and pencils from his desk.
“Come with me”, I followed him as he took me into the library, he opened the door showing five tables filled with other classmates. And Cleo sat there with a huge smile on her face.
“Skyler your late!” she yelled, she was used to getting detention.
“No talking Miss Cleo or I will assign you another day”. The coach said as he assigned me my own table, he walked around giving us two pieces of papers and a pencil.
“I’m going to say the role, when I call your name raise your hand”.
“Claire Rose?”The coach said out loud making Claire raise her soft pale hand to the air, she didn’t look that great, Especially with what happened yesterday. She wore the usual that girls in school wore: high waisted shorts and a soft pink button up shirt.
“Surprise to see you here, I heard about yesterday. That can get you off the student council you know that right Miss Claire?”
“Well it wasn’t my fault coach.” She said as her light blue eyes starred at Cleo and then the coach.
“Niall Horan”. A blonde boy with pale skin raised his hand. He wore a white v neck with a pair of basketball shorts.
“What’s up coach?” He smiled showing his perfect white teeth and the coach just shook his head.
“Harry Styles”, on the last table sat a boy who looked like he was sleeping.
“HARROLD”. This made him jump showing his bruised left eye, was he the boy that Vince fought yesterday?
“How’s your eye Styles?” The coach asked making Harry smile and then looking at the table across him where Vince sat.
“It feels great coach!” He laughed it out as Vince turned to look at him, showing his left side of his face that showed his bruised lip.
“Vince Caligari?” Vince stood their sitting in a firm position; dark brown hair was combed to the left as he just nodded.
“I’m here Coach”.
“Nice to see your lip is healing”. The coach laughed it out as he checked of Vince’s name.
“And Skyler Moon you are here”.
“Alright you have six hours in here, at the end of the day before you leave you have to write me a 1,000 word essay about yourself. Understood? If you don’t have it done, you will not leave!”
Everyone let out a moan of laziness.
“Time starts now, welcome to Saturday Detention. No talking”.