Icarly Igot Detention Novels & Stories

Orlando It's been two months since Kacey and Milly finished high school and we hadn’t seen hide nor hair of this Dean guy, it was like he'd fallen off the face of the earth. But on the bright side, college was starting today and hopefully, he would show we had gotten it from Intel that he'd be attending the same college as them. So we'd surprise the little prick and get out of him what we needed and end all three of them. And there he was walking around like ten. Didn't he realise that his two goons were MIA? Guess not he looked as dumb as fuck bow all we had to do was get him alone.

' she replied quietly . I gave her a quick kiss and walked fast to the car park . i spotted my car in the dark, got in and strapped my seat belt on . Then i drove home as fast as I could with the traffic . By the time I got home, mom and dad were already sitting at the table . ' You are late . ' Dad shouted as i came in . Mom just looked.....a bit sad . ' I'm sorry . I got detention at school and i had to stay for sometime . ' I explained hurriedly

he added? Urggh! That's disgusting! Rolling my eyes the way I least expected, I cleared my throat and smiled. "I would like to shove a black donut down your throat!"I yelled. Time flies, Seconds ago I was yelling at Nigel. Now, I am putting back my things in my locker preparing for detention. Can a day go nice! I turned back to see the evil Chucky doll, Eva. Before I could come up with something to say, Nili rushed to her, jumping like a kid at Christmas.

I wore my black flats and unplugged my phone from its charger and placed it in my bag, walking out of the room and closing the door behind me. I walked into the living room to see Dean, using the remote as his microphone and singing along to iCarly's theme song. "Live life, breathe air, I know somehow we're gonna get there. And feel so wonderful..." He bobbed his head as he sang and surprisingly, he had a really good voice. "It's all for reaaallll!" That was when I jumped beside him, curling my right hand into a fist and using it as my fake microphone;

Set at the end of the school classes block, the room housed nine people which added up to ten with the arrival of Carmen. It had torn and worn out books from the library, broken computers and lab equipment plus a teacher who was busy minding his own business on his phone, playing Candy Crush — the detention room. This explained why Scott was amazed to see Carmen join detention class. She never got detention plus this detention was for those who had taken the fall for the basketball/football rivalry namely; Lucas, Marcus, Henry, Xander, Scott and four other kids. For a moment, Scott’s and Carmen's eyes met before she pulled away and approached where Lucas and her brother were seated.

“I don’t want to hear it! You think you can just wander in whenever you feel like it? Detention! Three hours! After school! Now sit down and be quiet!” A slow smile spread across my face. Oh, this was getting good. I waited outside, leaning against the lockers. About ten minutes later, I saw her. Scarlett. She came hurrying down the hall, looking flushed and out of breath. Her eyes were darting around, nervous. She looked like she’d been running. She stopped at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and went in. Again, I pressed my ear to the door. “Scarlett Blackwood!” Ms. Gable’s voice was a screech now. She’d had enough. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you even start with an excuse! Late is late!

The universe owed me one miracle, right? Wrong. "Morrison." Marcus's voice. "We need to talk." "No we don't." I adjusted my backpack—everything I owned from my locker shoved into a bag that was barely holding together. "Move." Tyler stepped in front of me. Six-foot-two of pure mediocre genetics and protein shakes. "You got us detention for three weeks. THREE WEEKS. My dad is pissed." "Then maybe you shouldn't have shoved that freshman into a locker hard enough to give him a concussion." I tried to step around him. Brad blocked me from the other side.

He grabbed his phone that was on the table part of the vanity and found his doppelganger’s name in his recent calls list. A couple of rings and… “What’s up mom?” a peppy voice that sounded very much awake came through Carl’s phone speakers. “You’re still up?” “Yeah, we just got back from destroying Dustin Himbolake’s career. Long story…” “What?!” “Yeah, turn on channel 102, they’ve been replaying the clip over and over again for the past two hours,” fake Carl laughs heartily and real Carl quickly scans the room for the tv remote. Finally locating it on the edge of his bed, he grabs it and turns on channel 102, belly flopping onto the mattress.

“Go on, get out of here now. And delete those selfies from your phone. Or keep them if you want—I wouldn’t mind having the evidence around.” I grabbed my bag from the chair, slinging it over my shoulder, and walked out into the hallway, my thighs sticky with cum and juices, my ass stinging with every step I took. As I headed toward the exit, I felt a small smile creep onto my lips despite everything. Detention had turned into something way better than I ever expected.

I really hope this one small mark on my permanent record won't affect my chances of getting into medical school. I reached the door that has 'Detention Room' written on it and pulled it open. I noted that only one person was in the room. A boy, who was busy tapping away on his phone. I entered and went to the desk to give my detention slip to the detention supervisor. I then turned around to walk to my seat and almost run into someone who had just entered the room behind me. "Watch it!" The person growled out and I looked around to see Carson Knight.