Igot Detention Icarly Novels & Stories

***** I stand in a corner, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go home, but my legs don’t move, even when the rain slows down. I’m looking at the screen across the road, where my worse tormentor and greatest enemy is getting dragged like a criminal. He wouldn’t just fail the exams, he would be kicked out of school. Detention is not enough for the kind of crime he’s involved. His face is like smoke with no fire. He looks aggressive, as though he’s going to strangle whoever did this to him with just his bare hands, and damn, he is capable. But right then, he’s calm as they take him.

I stood up from my seat and wWithout giving him a single glance I left the room quickly. I quickly reached home and after changing I got into my bed. Today was a long day and I was really tired. Suddenly my phone started to ring. I picked it up but put it down back so it's place as soon as I saw the caller's name. Why the hell is he calling me? After putting my phone on silent I decide to take a magical nap which will take all my worries from my mind in a magical way like always. ************ " Hey! Sam, you got detention yesterday." Stephan said which sounded more like asked. "Are you asking me or telling me". I said looking in my watch. It's been twenty minutes, Why didn't Oli come back fr

I didn’t look up immediately. I already knew. Margaret. Her presence had become… grounding. She stepped in quietly, closing the door behind her. For a moment, she didn’t speak. She just looked at me carefully. Like she was trying to figure out what to say. Or what not to say. “He’s been officially detained at a cell now..” she said finally. My eyes lifted slightly. “Aiden.” The name felt distant. “He’s in custody,” she continued. “And there no chance of getting out this time.”

Igor hissed after tying me to the bed. I had stopped crying, but I knew they were going to keep part of the deal. The other part, they would never uphold, the one where they said they wouldn’t do anything to keep Nikon in jail forever. That part was a lie. I had already figured it out. They were never going to let him out. “We are leaving. We’ll come back later. Hope you behave while we’re gone. No screaming, no cussing, nothing,” Easton said, coming out of the bathroom, pointing his finger at me.

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.

I get down and make my way inside. I approach the front desk, trying to steady my breathing. “I’m here to see Detective George Taggart,” I say. The officer nods and gestures for me to take a seat. It feels like an eternity before a man in his late forties steps out. “Miss Mia?” he asks, and I nod, standing quickly. “Detective Taggart?” He smiles “George Taggart. Come on in.” I follow him down a short hallway to his office. The room is small but tidy. There’s a desk in the middle of the room cluttered with case files and a coffee mug that reads World’s Okayest Detective.

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?

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.

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.

My mood turned sour immediately I sighted him, his eyes skimmed to me instantly and he held my gaze I felt slightly disgusted. The flashbacks of everything that happened in school resurfaced. Because of him I keep getting trolled in the group chat, and I will be lucky not to have my name in the gossip section of the school's magazine. Crown High school gossip gists was a magazine to be dreaded because of the savageness in it. "Olivia we need to talk," he said, coming closer to me. "Are you not Minister Haidar's son?" Detective Arnold asked, looking surprised. What was he still even doing here with mum. They were both supposed to excuse me not stand here and listen to our conversations.