After school, the five all headed towards detention in different directions, except for Isla and Charlotte who left from the same class. Charlotte tipped her head at Isla. “Are you in my psychology class?” Isla nodded. “Did you get detention too?” She nodded again, her fists clenching. “Do you say much?” She shook her head. “Do you want to talk?” Isla hesitated. “Sure.” She said quietly. “Ok, what do you like to talk about?” Isla shrugged in response. “Do you like the teacher, Professor Cyn?” She shivered. “He gives off odd vibes.” “He stared at me like I just did something wrong when he called out my name.” “Yeah, same, I don’t get that.” “Maybe to test your psychological skills already?” “Annoying way to do it.” “I mean, we got the message, didn’t we?” “Sure.” Charlotte glanced at her. “Did you not get it?” Isla just sighed. “Is that a no?” Charlotte asked, furrowing her brow. “…” “Well, basically, he was testing how nervous we were on the first day of school. I’ll bet he does it again later on in the year.” They neared the door to detention, and Isla responded, “Oh.” She held the door open for Charlotte, and they walked inside. Charlotte followed Isla to an empty table. “Don’t you want to sit with them?” Charlotte asked, pointing to two of the others that talked to her when they all got slips. Isla shook her head. “They kind of look like they belong here. I don’t.” She stated. Charlotte nodded. “I get that; I don’t belong here either, but we can’t stereotype people based on what they look like!” She said. Jay walked in with his backpack on one hand, and saw Isla, making his way towards her. “You good?” He said. Charlotte looked surprised, his voice was so quiet for a guy that was so… tall. Isla nodded, looking like someone trapped. “I’m going to sit over by those two, I saw them earlier. Wanna come with me?” Jay drawled softly. Charlotte interjected, “We don’t-“ but Isla nodded and they walked over, Charlotte following behind with her eyebrows raised. Lydia and Max looked up at this tall guy. Oh hey, it’s that senior that didn’t say anything, Lydia thought. “Do you need something?” “We’re just gonna sit here, if y’all don’t mind,” he said calmly, grabbing a chair. “We?” Max says, turning around then facing him again. “Who’s we?” Jay motioned behind him to a girl with brown hair and Charlotte W. Charlotte waved a bit, smiling. Lydia just squinted at her. “Are you in psychology?” She asked. Charlotte responded, “Yeah, I got detention for being late with you guys, remember?” She said. Max pointed to the girl with brown hair. “Who are you?” She looked up, straightening. “Isla.” She responded in a completely deadpan tone. Max turned to Lydia. “You know her?” He asked, jerking his thumb at Isla. “Nope. What year are you in?” “Uh, I’m a sophomore.” She responded. “So am I!” Max said. “Junior here, and you’re obviously a freshman,” Lydia said, looking at Charlotte. She nodded meekly. “Is that a bad thing?” “Nah,” Lydia responded, tapping her fingers on the table. “You just look.. naive.” Max added, “You’re kinda small.” Charlotte smiled. “I like being naive,” she swung her arms back and forth. “Then I don’t have to be depressed!” Isla looked up, her brow furrowing. Lydia noted this. Jay asked the question on everyone’s minds. “Some test, huh?” They all nodded. “What did y’all put for that last one?” Lydia chuckled. “I just put spiders, like I’m giving my greatest fear to a guy I don’t know.” They all stared at her. “Well, it’s true! I don’t care if he said to be honest, I’m not revealing stuff like that.” She defended, raising up both hands. “Your turn, Jay.” He shrugged. “Talking about trauma.” Isla’s eyes widened slightly. Max looked between the two, Lydia guessing the same thing. “How do you guys know each other?” Charlotte asked, looking at both of them. “Life put us together.” They both said at the same time. Lydia shrugged. “What about you, Max?” “Fohhhmohhh!” He said, laughing. Charlotte said, “I can relate! I put people disliking me on mine.” *Oh, so she’s that kid,* Lydia thought, suppressing an eye roll. “What about you, Isla?” “I, uh, never got to it.” The other four exchanged glances. “Hey, we shared,” said Charlotte, folding her arms. “I didn’t get to it! I’ll even show you guys-“ Jay interrupted. “Just say what y’a woulda put, then.” He drawled. She shrugged. “I dunno.. I don’t feel like I had enough time. Probably spiders or something like Lydia.” Lydia frowned. *She's hiding something, too?*
CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE: “If y’a don’t wanna share, that’s fine,” Jay said, narrowing his eyes. “But I doubt you’d put something like that on there.” *That's not the Isla I know.* Isla looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting around the room. There were a few other people here, not too many, but Jay recognized Lincoln or Link, Avery, and Winston. Lydia frowned. “Jay may say that you don’t have to share, but I think you do. WE all shared.” Jay looked at her, his eyes half closed. “Did you?” Lydia stiffened up in the chair, and the detention teacher walked in. “Detention is an orderly thing. You’re here because you chose to be.” He said, his eyes roving around the room and focusing on Charlotte, who gulped. “My goal is to help you realize it was the wrong choice.” He slapped a ruler on the table, and Isla stepped back a bit. “No phones. No computers. No internet involved items. Paper homework is allowed. Sit anywhere you want, but if I hear your voice you will sit in that corner.” He pointed to a graffitied part of the wall with pieces of gum stuck onto the paint, a pillow that lost its stuffing, and a bunch of pictures on a cork board. “You get there, goes on your record. Guess what- passing notes is fine. If they can’t read your handwriting, too bad.” He sat down in a rolling chair. “Begin.” The five sat at the same table. Charlotte wrote something on a scratch piece of paper and passed it to Max. Isla fumbled in her bag for the psychology test. Jay wondered what the note read, and Max scribbled something and passed it to Lydia. Lydia looked at the note, her brow furrowed, printed something and passed it on to him. The note read, “how would we have homework? It’s the first day! Pass it around.” In another writing that he couldn’t make out too well, it said “IDK.” The last part of the writing said, “Some ppl are in advanced classes” and he wrote, “Isla, what r u working on” and passed it to her. She grabbed the paper from her bag, saw the note, dropped the quiz in panic and picked it up, placing it on the table. She read over the note nervously, wrote something as well, and passed it to Jay. “Pass it the other way,” he mouthed. She grabbed the note and gave it to Charlotte, and the cycle continued. At the end of detention, they had filled twelve pages. Authors Note: Lydia will be the main person in perspective: you will see her thoughts, her tone will be more obvious, her actions will be more precise. However, she is not the main character; all 5 of them are. This is unedited, and will continue to be unedited on scratch- which means a lot of it is SO REPETITIVE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- Lydia never has any privacy the poor child but not really- Sorry I was only really allowed to post this and then get off ^^
