Invisibly Masked

Chapter 2

-Dedicated to MissMiss987, only because she's honest with me :)

One Republic- Secrets

Chapter 2*

After staring at the plaque on the door for god knows how long, my eyes started to tear up and I started blinking rapidly. To anyone else, I probably looked like a estranged, eye twitching, rabbit.

Detention.

God. How did this happen, you ask? Well it all started in third period, when I was late because some prick decided to throw a football in the hallway, ending up with me on the floor, with a massive headache, and my books and papers strewn all over the floor.

And you might have thought that some people would have laughed. I didn't even get a small chuckle or a snide remark. Nope. I was completely ignored, as usual. And right after the bell rang, I walked in the door, and the meanest, most cruel teacher I just had to have for Trig. Mrs. Bonomo.

She had a pointy nose and penciled eyebrows, and she always wore deep, red lipstick. Eck! It looks good on some people lady, but not when it looks like dried, chipping paint.

  So, never the less, she gave me a warning and told me to sit down, after mumbling something about new students being incoherent and misguided. So I mumbled back about how she was a stupid bitch and needed to go back to witch craft, because teaching obviously wasn't her style.

What can I say?! I've been in her class all year, and she calls me a new student, when Im the only one getting A's in her class?! Hell to the effing no there, sister.

So now I have to spend the rest of my day in detention. Fun.

After taking a deep breath, I reached forward and turned the knob, opening the door to the most dreadful place in all the school building.

  The detention room was originally a huge supplies closet, until they decided sticking a few horrid, misbehaved children in a small, air tight and sweaty room was punishment enough. There were boxes piled high on the wall by the door, and about a dozen desks were straightened out in rows, with a teacher's desk in front. There were green chalk boards lining two of the four walls, and huge bookshelves almost covering all the windows, making the yellow-orange sunlight glaze in and show off all the dust in the air having the dance of their lives.

  Lucky.

I sighed either out of frustration, or relief when I realized that the only person in here was the gym teacher, snoring away and drooling like a bulldog. How cliché. I walked over slowly, setting my pink detention slip onto the desk and then finding a seat in the middle of the last row.

I gazed around the room as I ran my hands nervously on my yogas, contemplating taking my black hoodie off as I sat down in the dusty old chair. Deciding it was actually pretty humid in here, I just unzipped it all the way and took out the book I was reading, City of Ashes. It was the second book in the Mortal Instruments series, and I was completely in love. I adjusted my glasses and glued my eyes to the book, blocking out the sound of Mr. Frederick's chainsaw snores.

   Errrrrreeekkk. Clink.

Too engrossed in my book, I didn't see the person that walked into the room. But judging by the sound of this persons footsteps, I had the feeling they didn't care if they were late. I felt them get closer and sit in the seat right next to me, and I started to get an uneasy feeling as if they were looking at me, but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of me looking up. I heard them deeply sigh.