Young Writers Society

Amoku shifted in his seat; the detention chairs were extremely barren and hard.

"Could have just left them up there," commented Amoku, leaning back, though it made his uncomfortable situation considerably worse.

Elio had been zoning out for a while, propping his head up with his hand. The mention of raccoons caused him to jolt, "The hell? Raccoons are supposed to file through trash, not our grades." He mussed a hand through his dark hair, huffing a little, "I'm not even supposed to be here."

Railyn shot a look to Amoku. "Could've left your face up there." was all he could muster as a comeback. He groaned and knocked his head on the desk a couple of times. At least he was able to get those racoons some food. "If you're not supposed to be here, then why are you here?" Railyn asked?

"Alright, here we go," Cleo said to herself as she stepped into the school's detention wing.
"Alright," She said, addressing the room, "Today I'm here to teach you about 'real world consequences.' You may think detention is bad, but wait till I tell you about what could happen outside of school if you break the rules."

As everyone got to know each other in class, no one seemed to notice Lorenzo. He sat at the back of the class because he was tall and didn't want to bother anyone.

Next to him was a girl with blonde blue hair at the ends and black hair on top. "What are you drawing, Enzo?" the girl asked, her eyes scanning his drawing. He looked up and said, "Nothing much, just something to drown my thoughts. What did you do to end up here, Raquecita?" "Stop," she replied quietly as she looked around, "Don't call me that at school, brother." "So what did you do?" Lorenzo teased his sister as he added a few more lines to his drawing, it looked like a four year old had scribbled something on the paper, but the end result was worth it.

"I failed the history exam and told the teacher by accident that it was his own stupid fault." Raquel said as she brushed her hair lightly with her fingers. Lorenzo started to freak out and said, "Why did you say that? He is a teacher. And you could have asked me for help!" Raquel smiled and said, "Very funny when you think about it now, but believe me, it wasn't. Now your turn." Just as Lorenzo was about to answer, Cleo entered the class. He quickly put his notebook on the table and his drawing in his backpack.

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