Chapter 35

Detention.

I suppose it could have been worse, though. I could have been made to apologize to Marie, although I was far from sorry. It was, in fact, a moment I would cherish until my dying day – seeing her face go all pink and blotchy as she looked down at her ruined cheerleader outfit (why on earth do cheerleaders seem to hang around in their uniforms?) and shriek like a banshee until one of her minions tried to clean the spaghetti and sauce from the fabric with a napkin. She had slapped the minion away and made the poor girl cry, but what did that matter to Marie?

Sigh. Detention.

I walked to the bleachers on the school’s massive football field, swinging a bucket, spatula and bright yellow rubber gloves in my hand as I walked. The principle thought that he was doing me a favour by giving me a choice of which detention tasks I wanted... oh so generous. Between cleaning desks with an alcohol based solvent which made you feel sick, writing out “food fights are