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The second bell had already rung, but the supervising teacher still hadn’t shown up. Several of the other students seated towards the back took this to mean that they could be as rowdy as they liked, throwing paper balls and shouting across the room. Dustin sat against the far wall of the classroom in the second row from the front, leaning against the cool glass of the window. His eyes were closed, as if he was taking a nap amidst the utter chaos in room 206. He heard the thud of a backpack as someone slid into the seat next to him, but he didn’t open his eyes. They groaned a little as they settled into the uncomfortable wooden chair, shifting restlessly. A heavy sigh escaped, then: “Hi, I’m Jack.” After a beat, Dustin slowly slid his eyes …show more content…

Somehow, he had fallen dead asleep, and he had moved from leaning against the second floor window to drooling on the desk. His eyes followed the edge of the ruler up to who he assumed was the supervising teacher. She was an older woman with an even deeper scowl than his own etched into her face. She looked like she hadn’t smiled a day in her life. She sniffed haughtily before turning away to address the whole room. “I am Miss Doherty, and I will be supervising detention today. I have been advised that this is meant to be a reformative experience for you all, so we will get right to it.” “Hey, you’re not even a teacher here, which means you’re not getting paid for this, right? So why don’t we all just go home? I mean, you probably don’t wanna be here, and I definitely don’t wanna be here so–” Doherty didn’t even spare the guy a glance as she cut him off with roll call. “Mr. Abernathy?” A pause, then a quiet “here.” “Mr. Barnard?” “President.” Some of his friends snickered at that, but Doherty just kept going. Eventually, she was able to mark all twenty-seven of them present, except for some kid who went home with his sick little sister and a stoner whom nobody expected to show up anyway. Dustin turned in his chair, splaying his legs out as he surveyed the room. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t paying any particular attention to Jack, but it didn’t work. The kid had thick, curly orange-red hair like he’d never seen

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