Story Clip: Detention Part I

Jeez are you trying to scare me Aly?? Imagine my surprise when I open up my laptop and find the internet up where I left it on the blog but there's a new post up... I thought either I was going insane or my laptop suddenly grew a brain of its own which I wouldn't be surprised considering how many essays I write for history class.

So anyway... (drum roll please)... Aly has decided to allow me to post a story that's kinda long so it'll be broken up over a few posts that gives away some stuff... :) which I know our devoted reader Beth will love. So here you go, I really hope you enjoy it, and please give me feedback! Thanks.

And Aly I wasn't complaining about the rules per se. They keep me out of trouble :)



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Detention.
Isabella Fidellia Morrigan, straight A student who had never met a teacher who couldn’t be charmed and had never even talked to someone who got detention because she had a phobia of them, had detention with Keith Rotari. What had she done wrong, you ask? Absolutely nothing. So she’d pointed out to the teacher how many grammatical mistakes he made on the pop quiz he passed out and argued about how England wasn’t as evil as Americans portrayed it to be because of the American Revolution. He had overreacted, and now she had a date with a six page report on the causes of the American Revolution and how life changed for the better once the English were gone.
She sighed to herself as she made her way to her U.S. History classroom at seven o’clock. In her mind, the whole thing was ridiculous and violating the U.S. Constitution. Wasn’t everyone entitled to freedom of speech without persecution? Apparently not at spy school.
“Miss Morrigan. Wonderful you could join me. Get to work. Six pages and you can stay here until it’s done,” Mr. Rotari directed as she entered the classroom. Izzy nodded sullenly and sat down at the farthest seat from the door (so no one would see her) and his desk (so she wouldn’t have to see him).
She wrote her first introduction paragraph and cringed as she typed the words into her laptop. When he had slipped out of the room to get coffee, Izzy quickly signed onto instant messenger to see if anyone was on that she could talk to while she worked. She had at least fifty requests for adds and she approved them all. They were all her new classmates in her lovely hell-hole of a school who had presumably gotten her e-mail address from the “student directory”; a list of fake names they had each been assigned with cell-phone numbers and e-mail addresses online that you had to hack into to reach. Her assigned name was McKenzie Fairbanks; her last initial and her middle initial.
Alianne was on (Sophie had hacked her laptop and added her onto her buddy-list) but unsurprisingly as soon as she saw Izzy get on, she signed off. A few others were on that she recognized but before she could click on anyone, a chat window popped open on her screen with a name she couldn’t identify.

USCfootball12: hey Morrigan
izzybabe14: hey you know who i am but who r u?
USCfootball12: figure it out
izzybabe14: i need a hint of some sort
USCfootball12: ur a smart girl

Izzy frowned and typed a few sentences more in her report. This guy (she presumed it was a guy by the name and the flirtiness) was very unhelpful. She checked to make sure Mr. Rotari was still gone and went back to the chat window.

izzybabe14: ur complimentary. thats a good sign
izzybabe14: hmm. santa?
USCfootball12: not quite
izzybabe14: uh… a USC football player?
USCfootball12: only in my childhood dreams
izzybabe14: i’m lost. just a little hint?
USCfootball12: fine. my first name’s James

Izzy caught on immediately. She definitely knew that name. That was the name of the extremely hot James Cambridge, a boy who she had caught watching her many of times and had been catching glimpses at herself. He was also the same one that had called himself Jalapeño. She’d asked Veronica one day who he was and it appeared she had the same crush because she confessed to convincing an older student to hacking the school records to find out about him. She had barely talked to him besides the little Jalapeño encounter, only maybe a little “Hi” and a smile when passing him in the hallways so she knew only what she’d heard from Veronica.

izzybabe14: let me see… oh yeah. Cambridge, right? or should i say jalapeño?
USCfootball12: thats the one. although i cant say the same about u, can i?
izzybabe14: ???
USCfootball12: if you haven’t noticed theres 5 of u
izzybabe14: i tend to ignore the others
USCfootball12: that explains a lot
izzybabe14: what do u mean by that?
USCfootball12: theyre always together. without u
izzybabe14: how do u knw this?
USCfootball12: im very observant
izzybabe14: more like stalkerish
USCfootball12: i prefer the term perceptive
izzybabe14: at least it makes u sound normal. which is all that matters, right?
USCfootball12: welcome to ndaa


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Haha check back tomorrow (maybe) for some more of the story ;)

~Isabella