I  hated silence it truly was unbearable. I shifted in my seat letting out an dramatically. As I played with my pencil. Letting out loud sigh. Detention wasn't full only a matter of 4 people in total. Surprising really. Our school was good behavior wise honestly no one got into much trouble and when they did they handle when the teachers weren't around. In other words there sneaky as hell. Not me for some reason I always found my way in room 407 with a emo girl, a guy that always slept, and a dumb football joke that took to many blows to the head.

We were like the Breakfast club.

Not really.

We all aren't to fond of each other, but I don't take it personal Lexi the emo girl isn't social and I respect that. Titus wasn't the smartest kid but he was a sweetheart the only reason he's in here is because he was dared to eat one of the class pets which was a gold fish.... He didn't though almost did but let's just say Nemo wasn't going down with out a fight. Then there was Tod he really just sleeps all the time baggy hair over sized band T shirts and house shoes where his main attire.

Then there was me little old me.

I'm....

I'm

Well I honestly don't know how I'm.
I'm clueless I guess. I could tell you all about how I describe my self but that really doesn't matter much does it? You see me how you chose to view  me. 

And that's really it. This classroom here consisted of the bootleg Breakfast Club. I fore one don't want to be here and I've tried every scheme in the book. I spent most of my time dramatic groaning or throwing pencil shaving at Tod while he slept.

Haha

Stupid Tod.

It was every bit of amusing, but after a while I ran out of eraser. Mr.Tide who was suppose to be watching us was mostly likely watching porn on his laptop again. I caught him once, but since he is a sex Ed teacher he said it was for "education propose"  He was one of those teachers that didn't plan on being a teacher but realized he had nothing better to do with his life. Maybe I could seduce him into letting me out!

Then again....

I whether not.

What if I annoy him to death.

I got out of my chair and made my way to his desk he was to busy in his laptop. To notice me.

" Mr.Tide.." I spoke.

" Mr.Tide." I said again.

And again

And again.

Finally I seen the frustration in his eyes.

" What do you want Ms.Pines."

I leaned over the desk curious to see what had caught his eye so, much " Whatcha looking at-"
He slammed the laptop shut. Letting out a fake chuckle. " Uh nothing." Sweat began to form in his upper lip and his brown eyes shifted trying to find something to focus on.

" Okay then can I go now." I said start forward.

" Of course not we still have." He stopped to check the time " an hour left." I groaned again causing him to stiffen his body reacted as if me groaning was the sound of heavily horns. His eyes flustered for just a moment. " But I have to go it's an emergency! A womanly emergency!" I cried wrapping my arms around my stomach. Taking theater arts in the 9 grade had been proven to be useful these last few years.

" The pain...." I fell to floor on my knees

" The agony." I cried once more

" Oh please, please, please, please let me go.
I can feel my uterus crying out the cramps the bloating the horror ." He looked at me with fearful eyes as he heard the horror I spoke along with ever one else. " Fine, fine you can go."

My fake tears vanished and my body raised instantly. " Really?" I asked

" Just handle your business before detention next time." I jumped up and let out a squeal before burning him in a hug. " Thank you! Thank you." Once I let go he gave me a suspicious look.

I went back into full character in response to his suspicion.

" The cramps. Curse you women hood!" I clenched my fist and raised it in the air. Hopping that sold the act. He rolled his eyes opening his laptop and getting back to...

But anyway.

I grabbed my stuff earning a few glares I left the room with a mischievous smile.

" GOTTA BLAST!" I laughed as I left the room and quickly walked down the hall way. I bursted out the school exist the gushing wind hitting my face and fresh air field my nostrils. The parking lot was nearly empty expect a few cars manly from the the people on with Swim Team who where staying after school for practice.

Great now I need a ride home.

I pulled out my phone testing Bee to come get me.

Me💕: I need a ride from school text me when you get this.

Bee 🐝❤️:Be there in 10 after volleyball.

I huffed sticking my phone back in my pocket but just as I did my fingers brushed over a thin piece of paper. Out of curiosity I pulled the paper out.

It was a picture.

Of my mother and I.

I use to always kept it in my pocket because I wanted to be with her where ever I went.  The picture stared back at me. I looked just like her. It was my first ballet recital when I was four I wore my pink tutu and had the biggest smile although I was messing a few teeth. She kneeled down next to me placing a kiss on my cheek. I held a dozen of roses that my father had bought me in return of his absence.

At a moment like this such a memory should bring a smile to my face. But, it didn't, I turned it around to the back and saw the pretty cursive hand writing written on it.

"You will dance your way to greatness"
March, 10 2002.
-Love Mommy

The thin picture flew out of my hand. A gust of wind hand swept it away. My heart sunk as it danced through the air father away from me. In a instance I chased the picture and leaped for it doing every thing I possibly could to retrieve such a valuable memory. It seemed as if every time my hands where less then an inch away it move a inch forward. My hit hit against the concrete determined to get back what was mine. My lungs burned and I panted for breath my feat where already throbbing due to ballet, but running just seem to make my condition worse. I watched as it gracefully fell to the ground only centimeter away from the drains.

I still ran to it nothing that there was a chance I wouldn't make it in time. I was literally about to watch my memories go down the drain. As if it was in slow motion launched to get it falling aggressively to the ground. Just as it was sleeping through the drains. And all hope was gone for me.

A black converse stepped on the picture stopping it from falling in. I was in full astonishment. My eyes didn't leave the converse a hand reached down and picked it up. It was as if good was reaching down and saving my picture himself. I raised my head ready to thank the heavens, but to my it wasn't God who stood in front of me.

But, a Greek god by the name of Jasper Ralston. He stood over me and it seemed as if the sun had peaked through the clouds just to shine on him.

Shit.