I land hard on my back as I'm thrown into some old room.
*Gasp*
A library? I never knew this place had a library.
Woah.
I dust off the dust from an old shelf and walk around a bit.
Five minutes in Poisons class, some masked figure yanks me off my chair by my hair and down three flights of stairs just to shove me into an old library.
He's called a 'prefect'
Somehow managed to remove my stash of candy and phone from my inner blazer pockets.
This is torture.
I hear thuds and groans filling up the room. "OwsY!" I turn to find the people who were telling me about how screwed I am.
I cross my arms and ask, "What are you doing here?"
Asher scratches his head and tries to think.
No use, he's too cooked up on meth.
"Um...we didn't do our homework remember?" Seriously, I knocked out somebody and they're here for not doing their homework.
Wow.
Zac coughs because of the dust around us.
"Does anybody have a xanex, I'm going through withdrawal." Amber says.
"What are you talking about? You sniffed some coke five minutes ago." She rolls her eyes and states, "You know I do hard stuff like angel dust, lsd e.t.c."
She's not even shaking she should be shaking.
They took all our stuff, our phones, weed, candy, money.
No food no wifi for the next 6 hours.
Apparently detention starts immediately after the incident.
Right now I need to eat.
I've been in here for thirty seconds and I already want to go home.
Ryan sits in a corner by himself looking up at the ceiling.
"Ryebear? Are you okay?" I ask, he glances at me staring daggers at me.
"Okay, not a fan of the nickname then."
"I heard detention has the worst type of torture, wonder what ours is." Zac says.
"Guys shhh!" Asher says suddenly raising a hand.
His pupils are the size of nickels.
My goodness boy.
"What?" Zac whisper shouts back.
We hear a pitchy screech.
"Let me go!" Very familiar bitchy voice.
The lock clicks.
Someone else is coming.
We all stand back from the door and glance at each other.
The door bursts open and closes nearly as soon as it opened.
Dust swarms the room making us cough and oblivious to what's been left on the floor.
As it clears we see our nightmares come to life.
"Brandy?! Seriously?" Zac says nearly falling backwards.
"Oh hell no!' We all say simultaneously.
She crosses her arms and looks up at us. "Anyone gonna help me up?"
"Get yourself up bitch."I retort walking to the nearest shelf acting normal.
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The laundromat_Angel | BWWM
HumorHe shakes visibly, fear rolling off of him. "I..I..I didn't do shit!!" He says. I roar with laughter and nearly fall over backwards. "Oh, so you're constipated?!" Lena is just a constantly bloated buffoon who got kidnapped by some mafia dude.
