Icarly Igot Detention Novels & Stories

Huh? ~~~~~~~~~~~ I sigh heavily as I slam the car door. "What's up big bro?" Jack asked, "did she reject you? I knew it!" "No she didn't, she accepted." I said as I crossed my arms. "Oh she did? Why are you sad then?" "Cause I got a detention slip!" "So?" I huffed loudly as I rolled my eyes. Why are my brothers so dumb? "Fred will ground him, which means he won't be able to attend his date." Zack said.

There were twelve of us. Twelve delinquents apparently, arranged in neat rows like we were in elementary school again. The kid in front of me...some sophomore with acne and an unfortunate haircut that kept turning around every thirty seconds to stare at me. Not even glance stare man. Like I was a nature documentary and he was taking notes. "What?" I finally whispered. He didn't answer. Just smiled...this weird, too-wide smile...and turned back around. Bianca kicked me under the table. "That's Jeremy. He's been in detention every single week since freshman year. He once asked Ms. Albright if she believed in soulmates. Like to her face during detention."

What kind of teacher sends their students to detention to 'get along'. "You know what?" I turned around to face Tyler. "We have to be friends." "Ha ha, very funny." Tyler rolled his eyes. "I'd rather die in detention." "No, you stupid idiot. Pretend friend." I said. "I can't have detention. I can't take getting into trouble because of you. I almost got suspended because of you last week."

It would be an understatement to say my mom was livid about me getting detention, especially for being tardy to Trigonometry class. She ripped me a verbal new one on the phone when the office called her to advise I would be staying after for detention. She had Mrs. Clark put me on the phone to give me a lecture. Despite that, I drove myself to school my mom was waiting for me after detention ended. Cassidy’s moms were waiting as well. Unlike mine, they didn't look pissed.

"That is in the unsafe hall. Did you think I wouldn't find out —?" Umar suddenly shut out of his seat, his thin finger pointed at Paris with his veins all out on his forehead while saliva flew out his mouth as he snapped, "Detention!" Paris' eyes widened. Detention?! Father would kill him! "What?! I didn't do anything!" Umar seemed to realize at that same moment that the boy was right because he didn't exactly do anything so he settled back on his seat and said it an incredibly calm voice, "I do not know what's come over you, boy, but if you don't leave this office, I'd make it a week."

My eyes widen, "What? B-but I did nothing, sir." "Oh, really? So, what do you call the act you put on last week." "I-I thought-," Oh, God I feel so stupid right now. Why did I believe he would be interested in me? " Mr Remington, please I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What can I do to get out of detention? Please, I'll do anything." I beg pathetically. I can't have this on my record. "Anything?" I nod in agreement. He patted his knee. “Come here.”

“This motherfucking drugged me.” “For your own good, you idiot.” Brandon cuts in defensively. I open my mouth to argue but he smacks the back of my head and hurries off screaming behind him. “Don’t miss me too much dumb asses.” I scoff in disbelief, but an unwanted smirk tug at my lips. Isaac chuckles. … “You sure you are, okay?” Isaac asks as we head to wherever he’s off to and I back to detention. Fucking Norman. “Apart from the fact that I can't stop thinking of strangling Jace, yes, I’m fine.”

" Edric was released after fifteen days of detention. When he left the detention center, he let out a long sigh. In addition to John, Lily and Margaret were also waiting outside. Seeing Edric, all of them all came up to him hurriedly and excitedly. Margaret hugged him tightly as if a decade had passed by. Edric remained silent. He took off his coat and threw it into the car. Sitting in the car, Margaret began her nagging. "Take a bath immediately when you get home. You'd better stay at home..." Edric didn't say a word. His mind was fully occupied by Irene. "What was she doing in the past fifteen days when I was in the detention center?" he wondered.

A place where expelled students and the kids no one talked about were kept like ghosts in cracked desks and peeling hallways. Detention Room 12B — That Afternoon Helena sat between a boy with an ankle monitor and a girl painting skulls on her math notes. The clock ticked too loud. The air smelled like rot and old chalk. Her phone had been confiscated. Her life—derailed. Again. Her thoughts raced. Who planted the camera? Who used her ID? Bianca. It had to be Bianca. But why now? Elsewhere — Brentford Courtyard Greg Carter stood in the courtyard, fists clenched.

Carl is insinuating that I was having sex? My fists curl up as I feel my wolf stir inside of me. Ms Apple notices this immediately, and she grabs my hand and shakes her head at me. It would be a disaster if I turn in class. “Hey, that's enough!” She cautions everyone in a stern voice. “Carl, you are getting a week of detention for that. I will write you a note after class!” “Come on!” Carl complains. Everyone boos. “Go on, Maya. Don't listen to them.” Ms Apple whispers to me kindly, before directing me to an empty seat.