TWO

-SIXTEENTH-

_**detention**_
"Pete" I called.
Peter walked towards me and was ready to hear me.
"Don't go to your house" I warned.
"Why?" Pete asked.
I looked at him, making him realize and remember 'why'.
"Oh. Then where should I go?" He asked again.
"Where they won't find you" I said.
"I'll text you where I'll be then" Pete said calmly.
I nodded and walked to the detention class, that's when I found her walking in front of me, angrily.
"Hey, blondie!" I teased.
She seemed to ignore me and keep walking. Emma was opening the door when I was stopped behind her.
"Miss Williams, you came on time" Mrs Connor announced.
I paced after Emma and sat down, far away from her.
"Oh no! You will have to sit with Emma in this detention" Mrs Connor said.
Is she trying to kill me?! I mean, she punched me in the face! And shot my left shoulder!
As I sat down next to blondie, Mrs Connor started explaining our task.
"Emma and Jack, your the only ones in detention. So what I thought about is; you should know each other more, and become friends rather than enemies, not how you looked like in Class" Mrs Connor explained.
I glanced at Emma and she gave me the 'yeah right' look.
"Now, get a pen and notebook out" Mrs Connor started.
"I want to see a whole descriptive essay about each other" she completed.
"An essay?!" I furiously asked.
"Yes" She simply replied.
I groaned and took out a pen and ripped out a page out of my note book.
"Name?" Emma questioned, already ready to get this thing over with.
"Jackson Richardson" I answered.
"Age?" She said.
"How old do you think?" I smirked.
"Parents?".. That question got me stuck.
"Emily Richardson" I simply said.
"Father?" She asked.
"The next question" I skipped.
"Okay...? Siblings?" She continued.
"One" I laughed.
"Anything else you want to add?" She curiously said.
Mrs Connor left the room. Yep, she wants me to die...
"What the hell do you want from me and Peter?" I bursted.
"It's not your turn to ask questions, just tell me a note you want me to write, for example; ... your father...?" Emma deviously smirked and raised one eyebrow.
"Stop talking about him" I whispered.
"I want to know!" She raised her voice.
"I hate him!" I shouted in anger.
"Is everything ok?" Mrs Connor opened the door.
"Yes" Emma replied.
Mrs Connor left the room and stared at us unconvinced.
"Ok, your turn" Emma smiled and gave me the note pad and her pen.
I read the notes and it said;
•Jackson Richardson
•17
•Emily Richardson
•One
•Hates father; Richard Richardson

How does she know my dad?!
"How do you know my dad?!" I snickered angrily.
"You better write this down, it will answer all your questions;"
Emma explained most of her life, and it all surprised me, and made me understand...
I asked for repetition on some confusing sentences and quotes, I missed a lot of things anyway.
"Wow..." I said- amazed after a long pause.
"Do... you understand now?" She slowly said sniffing between words, relaxing her back on her chair.
"Um... yeah, yeah I do..." I started.
"Just stop crying" I calmed her.
Emma sighed and held her pain in, I could notice...
She opened another page on her notebook and started writing;

Jackson Richardson- AKA Jack
As a title.
I laughed and got an idea for what I should write as a title for my essay.
I cannot believe how calm Emma has been today, she's so different in school, so quite and shy, smiling her small smirk innocently,
She's the opposite outside of school, so angry and serious.
"You know Mrs Connor won't let you out of here unless you give her the essay about me!" Emma protested.
She's right, I shouldn't be thinking about her anyway.