"Alright," I mumbled, getting up and going to the teacher. "Yes?"
He handed me a slip of paper. "First you're late, then you don't pay attention. You owe me a detention."
I groaned. "Really?"
"Yes. I tolerate your tardiness, but I won't tolerate your doodles. Your grades reflect that. If you keep it up at this rate, you won't pass."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. When's the detention?"
"Today, during lunch period."
I scowled. "Fine." I sulked out of the room, pushing the slip into my back pocket. "Another detention," I muttered.