Human Zathie Chapter 1

I pretty much live in detention and you’re a straight A student here on your first offense. Wanna add another and skip detention with me?

    Jackie Caldona had been called after class. She didn't know why, but she knew it wasn't good. Jackie walked up to the Teachers desk after the bell rang, and sat down on the chair before the teacher.

    "Jackie" Mrs. Schuldke said, gently but sternly. "It has come to my attention that you cheated on last weeks test."

    "What? I didn't I swear! Who told you this lie?" Jackie exclaimed, jumping out of the chair, flattening her hands atop the desk.

    "I won't say, but since this is your first offence I will just leave you with a warning and an hour of detention. You may go" Mrs. Schulke began writing on a small pink slip of paper then handed it to Jackie, who angrily walked out the door, and into the hallway. As she walked down the hallway, she got more and more nervous. Then she arrived.
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    "For the millionth time Zathie Willow, you cannot get an icepack." Mr. Monroe said, rubbing his temples.(probably regrets forgetting his Vicodin)

    "Icepacks are not drugs Barry, they reduce swelling in injuries such as my black eye." I shot back. This was the last time I prompt Laura-Ann to take the first hit. Lucky hit or no, I still had her  laid out by the end of it. The snobby brat had it coming when she stuck her probably fake nose into my personal business and wouldn't step off. Then she went crying to Ken, the school admin. He gave me a pink slip for the upteenth time, giving me The Look, and sent Laura-Ann the the nurse, and pointed me towards the detention room.

    "Its the school rules Zathie, you have had too many detentions this month, and you must have a doctors note for any non-emergency care. "

    "This is a violation of my rights!"

    "Attacking other students every other day shows that you abuse your rights."

    "She freakin started it." I mumble as I walk away from his desk, to the back of the room, and to the desk on the far right(closest to the second door in the room. easier for sneaking out.), sitting down as loudly as possible, earning looks from a couple of other kids in the room.

    I have always been a fighter. It just kinda happens that way. The formula is the same. Someone pisses me off, I see red, then they are laid out. I rarely lose. Mom says I take after my dad. Shame, I've never met him. She never talks about him much. My mom is as opposite from me as possible. I tell her she reminds me of an otter floating down the river.

    I take my current bag of pretzels out of my pocket(I don't bring my backpack to detention; it makes for a harder escape) along with a trivia book that I have been meaning to finish. Now, I hadn't planned on sneaking out today, but the minute Jackie Caldona, the honor student of the year, stepped through that door, well, I hatched a plan. I was prepping to move near where she sat, but to my surprise, she sat next to me. It was at this moment, I decided to have some fun. And that she needed some as well.

    "Did you know, that schools with less rules see an increase of student attention and health." I whisper, leaning over towards her. She turns to me, surprised. At what, i'm not sure. But hey, first impressions are always key.

    "I didn't know that." Came the reply, as she switched her attention from me, to her desk. Introvert, got it.

    "So, whats an honor roll student doing in here?" I ask, sweeping my arm to the masses.(in reality its 3-5 other kids in the room but its fun to be dramatic).

    "A lie" she replied with a sigh.

    "You lied to your teacher?" I know I'm probably digging too far, but I am a very curious person.

    "No!" She says, shooting me a look. I have a feeling I'll get used to that. "Some jerk lied to the teacher. Said I cheated."  As she put her head in her hands, I got out of my chair, and sat on the desk facing her.

    "I think I know what you need." She looks at me curiously as I put on my most mischievous grin. Curiosity turned surprise as I grabbed her arm, pulled her out of her desk, and out into the hallway.

    "What are you doing?!" She whispered through clenched teeth.

    "Just run!" I yell and I drag her out the doors. I continue dragging her onto the sidewalk and it isn't until we lose sight of the school building that I let go of her arm and we collapse on the grass, gasping for breathe. It isn't long before I begin laughing.  She gives me that look again, causing me to laugh harder.

    "I don't know how you think this is funny." Oh boy. Here comes the scolding.  "Wont we get into more trouble with this?"

    "Just another detention slip, nothing major." I say, finally calming down.
   
    "What do we do now?"

    "We get icecream!" I say, standing up. There's that look again. I help her up, and we begin walking.