Igot Detention Icarly Novels & Stories

She blows him a kiss through the phone and hangs up. Ashton wonders why the hurried cut and shrugs before going back to what he was doing before. Ivy goes back to her table and sits down, biting the insides of her cheeks. * "Hey Hall, not going to class today?" Liam turns around a small smile climbs into his face. "Oh, it's you Ian. What's up? Why are you here?" "I saw you slinking around and wanted to see what the detective cosplay was all about." Liam smiles and stands up. "I've just been looking around for a good spot to make a video. You know, I can't just use any bad background for my videos."

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And that stupid boy happens to be the person I fell in love with. I shook my head rapidly, "No. No. No. No, Mr Watts you can't do this, please?" He shook his head sternly. "Can I get a detention too?" A voice said in between. We all turned to look at Marcus who was looking at Mr Watts expectedly. Mr Watts sighed, "I'm sorry but you can't. You haven't done anything wrong Marcus." "But," "I said no." The bell rang indicating the end of the day. Meaning that I had to go to detention.

I rested my head in the table and let my mind drift off. I felt somehow giddy and nauseated because this is my first time in detention. Yeah, you heard it right. I am currently in the detention room and gladly theres only 15 minutes left and I'll be out. I looked up and saw the guidance counselor snoring. He's a fat man with an almost balding hair and he has a fake mustache. How can I say it's fake? Well, where can you see a mustache growing on a guy's upper lip?. He reminds me of a character in 'Clarence' but I don't really remember his name. But I'm sure it was one of the teachers there.

I said exasperated. "Mr Reiner, you have to give me something to work on your case. I can't go on a wild goose chase, blindly looking for your wife when I don't have a clue who was the kidnapper. You want me to lock up that kid without charging him when he was trying to blow up your factory?" He said in a frustrating voice. Just then, Mike's mobile rang. I made a sign to the detective to be silent while I took the call. It was a private number.

In the past, I had been that stupid and clueless. “But I don't support—” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. “If you'll excuse me, I'll go clean up the mess your favourite person put me into.” He walked away before I could say anything else. I stood there speechless, watching him until he disappeared from sight. Just then, a notification beeped on my phone. I retrieved the device from my crossbody bag. When I swiped the phone open, it was a message from I*******m. Apparently, someone had recorded everything—from the moment Tristan started attacking Trenton to their explosive fight—and uploaded it online.

And now, every single move I made was going to be monitored like an animal in a cage. Once I was safely locked away in my room, I pulled out the square cardboard box I had hidden from the rest of the bags. I unboxed the phone, turned it on, and connected to the mansion's Wi-Fi. Luck was on my side—there was no password. Knowing I couldn't risk making an actual phone call, I quickly downloaded I*******m. It didn't take long to log into my old account, and the moment the feed loaded, a flood of frantic messages from Gia poured in.

Amara and I decided not to follow them. As we were saying goodbyes on the street, Otelia called me. I walked aside to answer the phone. Just as I was away from my family, a man wearing a baseball cap ran straight towards me. With his lightning speed, no one had reacted yet when he reached me. So, I was the only one who saw his ferocious face. "Edwin!" My heart skipped a beat. "Harper Moulton, you bitch! You ruined me, and I'll make sure you suffer a miserable death!"

He stared at her bag and hesitantly nodded, then sat in the corridor. Soon she was called inside to get her wisdom tooth extracted. While waiting, Igor gets bored out of his mind. He opens Latton's bag and checks its contents. "Well, what do we have here?" “Wallet” “IDs.” “No make-up, that's new.” “Phone,” He mumbles. He can't stop smiling as he types a text message on Latton's phone. After an hour, the tooth extraction was finished and Latton was high in anesthesia and kept talking to the dentist, telling him about the tooth fairy flying around them.

Scarlet took the kids into the office when the other cops arrived, letting Jackson play games on her phone while I was cuffed and arrested. “Uncle Owen!” Jackson kicks a soccer ball over to me. “What’s going on?” Scarlet asks. “Are you okay?” I slowly shake my head. “Yeah. Fine.” “Hey, Jackson,” she calls. “Do you want your Kindle time now?” He gets excited to be able to watch videos and play games on the tablet and runs inside. “Owen,” Scarlet starts. “What happened?” “I think I fucked shit up with Charlie.” I sit on the top porch step.