,,Those Long Detention Sessions,, [[Open]]

[jason]

School was hell for Jason, For one he hated the classes and for two he had no brain power to do his homework. So it was only natural that Jase was in detention more times in a week than he was in a class. Skipping classes was becoming more and more difficult what with the teachers laying down the law. His father, The "great" Ryan Cunningham had received countless letters home from the school explaining how Jason was walking on a thin line and much more acting up could possibly mean suspension or worse expulsion.

Sat in the detention hall with a science folder sat in front of him Jason rolled his eyes. Tapping the pen which he held in his hands onto the current page he was on. This causing the teacher on duty to give him seething death glares. But Jase ignored him and the youth continued to tap away, That was until his pen was confiscated. With an arching eyebrow Jason glanced up at the teacher "...and how am I meant to do my homework if you stole my pen?" Jason asked snorting and muttering "You twat" under his breath.

Naturally this gave way to more seething death glares and a huff from the teacher as he turned on his heel and returned to his desk. Jason lent back in his chair and licked his lips. Studying biology did have it's interesting moments. Currently on a page containing the male genitalia Jason studied it with interest. Before peering over his shoulder to make sure nobody else in the class room was looking his way. Folding the edge of the page for future reference Jason closed the folder and set it back on the table in time to see another teacher wander into the class room and them both exited.

"Now for my pen" Jason said mainly to himself but loud enough for the others in the detention hall to hear. Getting up and crossing over to the teacher's desk Jason plucked his pen from it and smirked moving to sit himself in the teacher's chair Jason picked up the name plaque and spun it between his fingers. The teacher had one of the oddest names he had ever heard Mr Sidewinder the guy did look a tad reptilian

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[Wynter Evans]

"Emma?"

"No I am not Emma you incompetent little pest, now fucking beat if before I kick your ass all the way to-"

"What?!"

Wynter froze. Her brown eyes blinked open and closed a couple of times. She pivoted on the heel of her foot and came face to face (well, chest) with her science teacher. She glanced up and took a long gulp. His eyes were filled with both rage and astonishment. All of the Wynter's facial expressions dropped, she wanted to turn around and start running. "I uh, um, um, I didn't know it was you..."

"Oh and if you knew it would've changed something, right? Miss Evans, detention for you," the teacher spoke in a low, foul tone which sent shivers scampering up Wynter's spine. Great, just great. She was just innocently standing at her locker, and now she had detention. She honestly did not need this, not at all. Was it her fault that at least ten people had mistaken her for Emma in one day? Who was this "Emma" anyways? Obviously she was someone who looked nearly identical to Wynter, otherwise they wouldn't be fumbling their names.

Wynter was humming a low tune under her breath, trying to refrain from yelling at each little person that passed her. It was now the end of the day, yet she was still fuming from her incident at lunch. She had been mumbling and growling all day, and quite frankly she hadn't felt much like herself. "How could this happen?" she questioned. She arrived at her locker and began messing around with the lock. The pad was sticky and it was extremely frustrating to get open.

Finally she snatched up her books and her bag and slammed her locker closed. She knew for a fact her mother was not going to be happy, no matter how laid back she was. At least detention would give her a good reason to meet some new people, that was just about the only upside about this whole ordeal.

Wynter was silently hoping that there was more than her in that room. As much as she truly enjoyed her alone time after school, a new acquaintance or do would be great. Although, the people might completely ignore her... she was dressed rather odd today. Lime green tights, and a yellow, billowy dress. Her shoes were eccentric as well, rainbow ballerina flats. The whole outfit was horribly co-ordinated, yet she somehow was able to pull it together.

The girl pulled her mobile phone out from her backpack to check the time. Immediately her brown eyes widened, and she began running. She was extremely late! Where was the detention room? What floor was it on? She panted and frantically quickened her pace. She slid around a corner and finally found the room. She burst in the door, and hunched herself over, taking deep breaths. "Sorry... I'm... late... lost... track... of... time," she gasped. She straightened her posture and walked over to the desk beside some guy she had never even seen before. Now how was she to amuse herself for the duration of this lock down?