Icarly Igot Detention Novels & Stories

(they all laughed again) RICHARD: I noticed this purple mark on your ankle, what happened to you? ANYA: Well....um, it was in the woods yesterday...you know...tree upon tree and roots and stuffs. LOGAN: You're never clumsy ANYA: Shit happens (they all entered the class) MR. VENTURA: You're late. ANYA: Detention? Yh, we know. MR. V: Yeah, Detention! RICHARD: Cut the shit Mr. V, we know we're all going to get detention anyways MR. V: (to Richard)Detention for you too. (To Logan) Mr. Smith, I'm expecting you to say something too, so you can get detention.

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.

This is fast, I mean I would take it, but we need to follow the plan accordingly, and besides that, I have a not-so-important errand to attend to tonight. "Maybe next time Valentine, I have an important errand to attend tonight," I'm not really that sorry, but I had to make my acting believable. "I'm really sorry." Finally, after turning him down, in order to prevent any further arguments, I just walked out of the room. I realized that we were still both in detention and so I returned inside and fortunately after a minute or two Mr. O’Neil came to announce that our detention is over. I quickly ran out of the room without looking back.

Hannah looks at my paper, snorting quietly. I pull out my still brand new phone. -Jace: Drive to the forest path behind school after class. I suck on my teeth in thought. -Norali: Why? -Jace: You're in detention. I glance up from my screen, peering at him through my lashes. -Norali: What does detention mean?

Oh my goodness! "Didn't you hear the announcement I gave this morning?" he asked when we got to him "We're sorry, it won't happen again" I said "Your sorry won't change a thing. Both of you, get ready for detention" he said and left without sparing us a glance. I just got Aubrey into trouble! TBC.......... ©️ Tricia

His shirt was half-untucked, his tie was missing, and his eyes were too bright for someone who had just run away from detention. He looked like trouble but he wasn't. “Are you not going to thank me for getting us out of detention?” He said and I rolled my eyes at me, not answering him. “You were the one who got us in detention in the first place,” he continued, tossing a crumpled juice box into the trash, and it missed. When I didn't answer him, he scoffed. “You are the most stubborn person I have ever met but I am not giving up on you.”

the professor said, his tone icy cold. My head snapped up, my eyes widening as Mark and I both froze. “Hand over your phones. Right now.” My fingers tightened around the device. “No, sir, we weren’t doing anything bad—we were just—” “Arguing with me makes it worse,” he cut in smoothly. “Detention for both of you. You stay in the holding room until the end of the school day.” “What?!” I blurted out, bolting upright so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floorboards. “You can’t just—”

Keeping my head down, I ignored all their snide words as I walked past the rows of desks and settled in my lone desk at the very back of the class. " You're late!" Mr. Ivory barked at me, "If this continues to repeat itself, you'll have to face detention." My heart began to pound in my chest. Detention was the worst thing they could do to me because the one time I hadn't come home on time, my mother had locked me in my room with no food or water for three days. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." "I've heard that before," he rolled his eyes and turned back to the board, "Now, on the topic of differentiation_"

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.