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Every You...Every Me...Chapter 3

Tardiness Equal Detention

My class schedule was all over the place in school and it was fourth period design class. I was truly looking forward to this elective.

“Violet wait up!” Ethan yelled.

“Hey, I just want to apologize for this morning. I didn’t mean to anger it.” I said.

“She wasn’t mad at all. Don’t worry about it. I want you to listen to this song I’ve been listening to this summer.”

Ethan took off his tangy colored headset and put them on me. I enjoyed listening to songs that Ethan liked. He just stood there making faces at me to see my reaction. I moved a little to the song. When it was over the tardy bell rang. I took off the headsets immediately.

“What did you think?” Ethan asked.

“You can definitely dance to it.” I said.

“I knew you were going to like it. I couldn’t wait for you to come back so we could hear this song together.” Ethan said.

“I don’t want to burst this moment with you, but I have my class at the end of this hallway and Mr. Maze is standing right there handing out tardy slips.” I said.

“He has too many students to notice you. My class is on the other side. See you later.” Ethan said.

I start walking towards the end of the hall. There's a crowd of students around Mr. Maze. This is not a good way to start the semester getting a tardy slip. I quickly walk by in hopes that Mr. Maze doesn't see me. He has too many students to see me passing by. Ethan thought about me this summer and that makes me so happy.

"Young lady get back here!" Yelled Mr. Maze.

I try to walk fast, but there's no chance of getting away from him. I turn around and walk towards Mr. Maze.

"What is your name? Give me your first and last name I'm writing you up."

"Violet Blandon.”

"Violet you think that you can pass by me without getting a tardy slip. You are wrong!"

"Give us a break. It's the first day of school and we don't even know where our classes are located. And besides you are making us more late, since you got to write all these tardy slips."

"Are you like a teen advocate for lateness." Mr. Maze said sternly.

"No."

Mr. Maze writes up the tardy slip and hands it to me.

"I get detention too?"

"Yes, for not stopping and making me run after you."

"I can't stay after-school today. I have to bury my fish. I'm in mourning."

"I didn't know that I had to schedule an appointment prior to your other after-school activities. If you don't show up for detention you'll make it up by picking up trash during lunchtime tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

I am thirty minutes late to design class and I try to turn the knob as quietly as possible in hopes of sneaking in without getting noticed.

"Welcome to design class I'm Ms. Levine and what is your name."

"Violet."

“Your name is part of the color scheme that we will learn later in the semester.” Ms. Levine said. I could feel the hotness of my cheeks.

"I hope you are not going to be late for my class every day."

"I'm not."

"You can take the last seat in the back next to Jared. Raise your hand Jared so Violet will know who you are."

Jared raised his hand.

He moved his bag pack from my desk. I sat quietly and I took out my Tyrannosaur’s Rex pen and a notebook. I started writing the notes Ms. Levine had written on the board. When Jared’s phone started to buzz and I pretended not to hear it. I kept looking at the clock, because lunch time was going to happen really soon and I was hungry.

I put my pen down and Jared took it. I whispered at him.

“Hey, can you give me back my pen?” I said.

“I’ll give it back to you in a second. I need to write this number.”

“Okay.”

“What does this button do?”

“Don’t press it.” I said.

Jared doesn’t listen to me and he presses it and the Tyrannosaur’s Rex makes a loud roar. Everyone in the classroom turns around and looks at us.

“I’m sorry for the interruption.” I said and took the pen away from Jared.

“That’s a great pen. Where did you get it?” asked Jared.

I ignored his question and pretended not to hear him. I just needed to survive a couple more minutes before lunch. Jared’s phone continued to buzz and I got saved by the bell.