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"Is there any reason I shouldn't give you all detention next Saturday?" Mrs. Tringle asked making Abby speak up.
"Yes, we were starving. You can't keep us locked up here in this library with no food. I mean, I am a member of Amnesty International."
"So you went to the gym to what? Eat a basketball?" She asked sarcastically
"No. We didn't know what we were doing. We were delirious."
"lf I hear one more peep out of you..."
"Mrs. T-" Summer then covered Abby's mouth so they wouldn't get into anymore trouble
"These cards need sorting. You will spend the afternoon arranging the cards in alphabetical order...and putting them back into that drawer. If even one card is out of order at 5:00...you will all spend next Saturday with me here in detention. So. Are you hip to my lingo?" She asked dumping the card out making everyone groan. Once she left everyone started picking them up, except of course Abby Morgan
"Abby, are you gonna help or not?" Wyatt asked
"Oh, I can't. I'm sorry. I have carpal tunnel syndrome." She said and the group rolled their eyes
Eventually they fixed all the cards and Wyatt put in the last one
"Last one." He sighed leaning back onto the chair
"Oh, thank God. I never thought I'd hear myself say that."
"Well...How are those cards coming?" Mrs Tringle asked walking in
"Oh, good. We just finished them, Mrs. Tringle." Abby said handing them to her and taking all the credit
"It's 4:30. You should all be able to go home soon."
