Here we go again for the seventh time, I got sent to the office. I'm taking a short cut through the old east wing hall no one uses anymore. I should be used to the walk there but I always have a feeling Someone is watching me, and today is not different. Labeled as the school rebel I should not feel as worried as I feel right now. I stopped for a second as I heard something like a argument from the abandoned classroom. I hear kids, but I guess it's all in my head because the room is not used anymore.
