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Another detention is just what I needed. The clock ticked rhythmically against the wall, tick, tock, tick, tock. Eyes staring devilishly into my soul hidden under a racing heart. “Isabella Jones. How many detentions have you had, including this one?” the principal asked. “Four detentions Ms Buck.” I answered proudly. “WRONG! You’ve had FIVE detentions not FOUR!” Ms Buck replied sternly. Bummer. I’ve always been terribly horrible at math and pretty much everything else but it never bothered me. “And why have you been sent to detention today?” Ms Buck shouted. Her face filled with rage as she gripped tightly to her desk, her tight bun high in the air.
“I was playing with fire. But it was an accident!” I insisted. First lie. Oh I know that you’re thinking something like, ‘This girl is so revolting!’ or ‘This girl is so dangerous!’. I promise I am nothing like that and have always been a good little girl. Second lie. Racing out of the office, I shoved past students as I ordered everyone to MOOOOOVE! Skiing around the corner I awaited my delicious lunch as I entered the canteen. BANG! As soon as the door opened I strolled into the kitchen waiting to make my move. Peering through a gap I spotted my prey whilst I crept toward the steaming bowl of macaroni and cheese. Glancing across the room, I snatched the bowl as I snagged a seat to enjoy my meal.
I wonder whose meal it was? Eh, who cares? Instantly, I heard a screeching wail from the long line. “SOMEONE TOOK MY LUNCH!!!” he screamed. Time to chicken out of here and find somewhere else. Yep. This is my everyday life as a despicable girl. No one ever thought girls could be naughty but they always thought of the male. “Could Isabella Jones please come to the principal's office. Isabella Jones.” the loudspeaker announced. As soon as they called my name I froze as still as an ice statue stuck to the ground. Not long after that I ended up in the office next to my mum.
After a long talk about stuff like unexcceptable behavior, being rude and blah blah blah yada yada yada. I don’t usually pay attention to conversations except my own. My mum had to go back to work and my dad is still at his long conference in Mexico. Almost every day I go back home alone. Kicking the same rock over and over again I thought about whether I should get pizza from the canteen kitchen or off someone else tomorrow. THUMP! A door landed right in front of me. Nothing behind it with no door knob and a single dragon keychain hanging in the middle. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen in the past 10 ½ years. Yanking open the door I realized it was a big mistake.
“I was playing with fire. But it was an accident!” I insisted. First lie. Oh I know that you’re thinking something like, ‘This girl is so revolting!’ or ‘This girl is so dangerous!’. I promise I am nothing like that and have always been a good little girl. Second lie. Racing out of the office, I shoved past students as I ordered everyone to MOOOOOVE! Skiing around the corner I awaited my delicious lunch as I entered the canteen. BANG! As soon as the door opened I strolled into the kitchen waiting to make my move. Peering through a gap I spotted my prey whilst I crept toward the steaming bowl of macaroni and cheese. Glancing across the room, I snatched the bowl as I snagged a seat to enjoy my meal.
I wonder whose meal it was? Eh, who cares? Instantly, I heard a screeching wail from the long line. “SOMEONE TOOK MY LUNCH!!!” he screamed. Time to chicken out of here and find somewhere else. Yep. This is my everyday life as a despicable girl. No one ever thought girls could be naughty but they always thought of the male. “Could Isabella Jones please come to the principal's office. Isabella Jones.” the loudspeaker announced. As soon as they called my name I froze as still as an ice statue stuck to the ground. Not long after that I ended up in the office next to my mum.
After a long talk about stuff like unexcceptable behavior, being rude and blah blah blah yada yada yada. I don’t usually pay attention to conversations except my own. My mum had to go back to work and my dad is still at his long conference in Mexico. Almost every day I go back home alone. Kicking the same rock over and over again I thought about whether I should get pizza from the canteen kitchen or off someone else tomorrow. THUMP! A door landed right in front of me. Nothing behind it with no door knob and a single dragon keychain hanging in the middle. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen in the past 10 ½ years. Yanking open the door I realized it was a big mistake.