Part 9

: I met a Siren.

I walked into the messy detention class and everyone's attention focused on me. I looked around and found my supposed seat, somewhere I'd like to sit, i scrutinized the seat and scoffed. 

I smell a prank. My table had no legs neither is the chair. I noticed that once i sank my butt in that chair, it would instantly gum to my butt. I heard a cleared throat behind me and i turned to see Mr Alan. "Find a seat." He ordered.

I looked at where she was supposed to stand and teach, a bucket of paint placed up the ceiling with a rope tied down the window. "Take my advice, avoid the front corners of the classroom." I told him and started going to sit in between two guys, Jackson and his friend to their utmost surprise.

I was still glaring back at Jackson when I heard a shout from Mr Alan. I gasped when I saw Mr Alan covered with crimson red paint and everyone burst into laughter except me