Chapter1: Escape

10:25                                                                            Was running- Now Stopped

So I did end up getting out of the school without dying from boredom, but I didn't get out of school property. No, I didn't get caught by a teacher, and no, the police didn't stop me and arrest me for being a christian. A huge limo pulled up with 2 men in suits. No, the suits were not black. When the saw me, they stopped the car. I saw them looking at a piece of paper in their hand. It had a picture- a picture of me. They asked me who I was and told me that I was needed in the New York County Court. I froze. Like actually froze. Because I knew the reason they were here. The ride was slow, unnecessarily slow. I needed to get out of the limo, I didn't want to believe it was happening, but I knew it was. If it was any other time I would've enjoyed the limo ride; playing with the window, checking out the mini phone, using the mini-fridge, using the leg rest, but not today. Today was the day my parent were going to get divorced. How am I so sure? Because...

a) My dad deserves it
b) My mom is great at finding loopholes and convincing people
c) One of the men on the jury for this case has a crush on my mom (I found this one out in the car about 5 minutes ago when the men gave me a folder with all the information I needed to know)
d) All of the above.

I think, diary, that I would go with d. A lot of people say children will feel a lack of sense of belonging when their parents divorce. Not me- I never really felt that my family was a family, let alone a family that belonged together. Or some people might say that children feel like they're the reason for the divorce. Not me- I KNOW that it was all my dad's fault for not doing the part in his relationship. So why am I so sad, no, no, disapointed about this divorce.

Maybe because it was the only thing that was keeping me from breaking down. To know that there was a chance that there was love on this planet. To know that problems do have solutions. To know that people can get along. But this divorce has taught me that none of those statements are true.

Oh! I've arrived. Whooopie :(

Wish me luck!!

Chapter1: Escape

9:00am   10 Minutes later and Ten seconds from dying           Detention

Okay, so I finally got Lance to cooperate and we came up with a master plan. Here's the plan:

1. Get Lance to ask to get a drink.
2. He comes back with his cup full.
3. He trips and spills his cup all over the floor.
4. Lance and I ask to go and get paper towels from the janitors room.
5. Then 

"Wait a minute!" It was Lance, again.

"What is it Lance? What is it!" I'm usually more patient than this, but with the state of my life, Lance should take this as a grace card, and!!!!! He just made me smudge ink all over my diary.

"Well I kinda just noticed," Wow, 10 minutes in detention can really change a person. "That this room has a like paper towel dispenser."


"Well, THEN GET RID OF IT!!" I snapped.

"The paper towels or the dispenser?" He shot me a questioning look. I shot him! No, I just smiled- something I hadn't had the time to do in a while. 


If you had walked into the detention room at around this time for whatever reason; dropping off attendance sheets, giving complaint reports or just for the sake of it (It is my favourite class in the school), you would have no clue what had just happened here. But I'll clue you in diary. We got rid of the paper towels. This is how:
 I took the paper towel roll out of the dispenser (I totally know how to break open that dispenser without a key) and Lance and I "decorated" the classroom with it and when the detention supervisor came back from her washroom break and asked what was going on Lance replied saying "You surely don't expect a bright student like me to not study while in detention. This here is a science experiment comparing the relationship between... (I didn't write the rest not because I didn't feel like it but because right after that big E word, I kinda stopped listening. 

"I'm not stupid." She replied. Then why are you here!! I wanted to shout out loud. I mean, most of the detention ladies are laid off janitors. Apparently, she's a science major and professor at Long Island University and she was just here to substitute for her sister- who's a janitor. 


Oh no! It's 9:45! I better HIT "N" RUN- and by hit I mean smack Lance out of the way.

"Best of luck!"

Oh, that was Lance.
Thank you I mouthed.

Chapter1: Escape

I watched as the clock ticked- very slowly. Why couldn't the school day end? I needed to talk to Mark. As a church elder, he'd know the answer to everything (although he always denies it). He'd probably even help me get my parents back together again. And this matter cannot wait. THAT'S RIGHT! THIS MATTER CANNOT WAIT! IT WILL NOT WAIT. I have to escape, one way or another. And it's not like I'll be missing anything- I'm in detention. Plus, even if i do get caught, what's the worst they can do to me? Throw me in detention? Well, whaddya know? I'm already in detention. 

"They could suspend you." Lance, a kid with perfectly sleeked hair and nerd glasses, answered.  Oops! I must've said that out loud. I think I need to watch what I say from now on, being a christian and all. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, seriously wondering what a perfectly good student like Lance would be doing in detention. He gets straight A's and his family life is not a wreck. Plus I doubt he's a christian. 

"Well... COD's havingthischanpionship twelvehoursinarow andIjustcouldn'tmissit..."
Wait a minute, Lance is a gaming geek! Wow, you learn more in detention than you'll ever learn in the classroom. 

"And what does this have to do with detention?" I felt seriously dumb. I had never been on the outside of things. I always knew what people were talking about. What has happened to me? It's probably all the drama going on in my life that makes me forget to appreciate the little things in life. Like gossip. And shopping. And gossip. And shopping. But mostly gossip. 

"Well, if you get in trouble in detention, they suspend you. So then I'd get to go home and... you know... have fun!"

"So why are you still here?"

"Well no matter how much I try, I can't get myself in trouble."

"Well then how did you get yourself in trouble in class?" 

"Marcus threw a wad of gum at Mrs. Nadia's head and I said I had done it."

"Sheesh. You couldn't even get yourself in trouble on your own." I had never met a guy like this. weird. "dependable much!"

"You're one to talk! When was the last time you did your own homework!" His ears were fuming. Calm it buster. But, I couldn't argue with him. But would you do your homework if really nice guys offered to do it instead? I don't think so. Plus it gives me more time to solve all my life problems and... homework bores me. 

"Listen." Oh I can be feisty. "I will help you get out of here if you help me."

"Why do you need help? You've got bad written all over you?" Sometimes I wish we were allowed to use pocketknives at school because I know the first person I'd use mine on. But ever since a group of kid ganged up on a teacher and killed her in her classroom, pocketknives have been banned. 

I like my pocketknife. It's really pretty and very sharp. I sharpen it every weekend just incase I have to use it. In situations like this.  Dontcha like it diary? It's purple just like my hair. 

"Ouch! I got a paper cut." Don't tell me that's Lance, don't tell me that's Lance. I turned my head slowly and whaddya know!! It's Lance. 

"Grow up!" I shouted (a bit too loud, maybe, because the whole room turned around and looked at me. I really need to watch my voice these days). 

"Eeew! My paper cut's bleeding!"

This is going to be a long day. 

Eeew, he's licking his blood.