User blog:Brunettebraidsbooks/Dear Diary 2

(Note: I am actually homeschooled so I have no idea about these things. This is probably going to turn into partly fantasy or something, so just pretend this is in a different world/dimension type thing and some things are different :P)

Russet:

I drummed my fingers on the table. Mr. Lint shot me a look but I didn't really care.

I could tell that there was this big kid behind me in detention. I could feel his breath on my neck, and it felt heavier then most. ''I should be glad I only got detention, anyways. I saw that one girl, Lark, shoot me a look that said I told you so ''in Science class.

Aparrently I forgot that the scheduale was changed. You were supposed to STUDY for an hour before Math instead of Science, and then Science was later. I got drilled by my science teacher and she told me "Detention" which was basically sitting in a classroom for half an hour. That other girl, Amber, was also in Science. She didn't say anything but her face looked shocked and sympathic. Weird.

Summer wasn't in this class, she was in 7th. Grade but took 6th. Grade Math because apparently she wasn't very good. I helped her out later today with an equation. Her teacher last year didn't teach her the easier method, and that's probably why she was taking 6th. Grade Math. Bad teacher.

So there was Lark, Amber, and Summer. I all met them in one day. I didn't know Amber very much, Lark was pretty annoying, but Summer was nice. I'm glad she didn't get to see me get drilled in Science. I wonder if we could have sat together at lunch. I didn't really think about it, partly relieved but angry about detention. And the rest of my classes were okay.

There were a lot of bigger kids in detention. I only recognized my older brother's friend's friend. He had a slanted nose and brown eyes, with messy brown bangs. His glasses were perched on his nose awkwardly. He looked nervous. I wondered why he was in detention.

"Stop, Russet," Mr. Lint said sternly, and I stopped drumming my fingers on the desk. I knew I didn't want to make him angry.

I heard two kids snickering in the back and Mr. Lint said a bit louder, "Charlie and Robert, while you're at it you better stop too."

They stopped. It was all silence until I felt something pull at my hair. I looked out of the corner of my eye at the big kid behind me. He was pinching some of it in his big hand.

I tried to flick it away without Mr. Lint noticing but he held on. ''Would you just stop?! Is EVERYONE this annoying in detention?!''

I slapped down his hand and he yowled, "OW!"

''DARN IT! ''Mr. Lint looked at me angrily.

"Do you want to stay for another half an hour?" he said, almost a growl.

"But it was.." I started to point at the guy behind me.

"Another half an hour it is."

Amber:

Russet went to detention, so maybe he wouldn't have time to talk to Summer or anything. I basically stalked him at lunch, I'll admit it. But I still felt bad for him. My older sister had peeked in detention before and said it was basically a bunch of the sketchy-looking kids sitting in small desks for however long they put them there. I felt bad that Russet was mixed in with all of them.

I didn't see Summer at lunch, and I did think she looked older, so she might be in another grade or something. I walked into my house.

"I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE.." I recognized Samantha's, my older sister's, voice yelling. Uh oh.

"Sam, Dad is trying. But it's getting harder to pay the bills."

"SO I'M THE ONE WHO HAS TO GO TO WORK? NOT AMBER, THAT LAZY.." she stopped when she saw me enter. Her face was suprised-worried. It just turned into embarrased after that.

"Oh, hello, Amber, sweetie," Mom said.

I nodded a hello to her. "What's going on?"

I saw Mom glance at Sam like, If you weren't yelling so loud, I wouldn't have to explain now.."

"Adult stuff," Samantha said, being the one to reply.

"I want to know," I said, ignoring the whine in my voice.

"Your father is being paid less and less," Mom said. "So we need Samantha to maybe.." she glanced at her again. "Get a job and try to get some money?"

"You're basically forcing me." The angryness in her voice returned again.

"Honey.."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE DOING THIS! AMBER DOESN'T HAVE TO WORK BECAUSE SHE'S YOUR PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL! NO OFFENSE BUT C'MON!" Samantha stormed out of the room and slammed the kitchen door behind her.

Mom turned to me. I wished she didn't have all those feelings printed on her face. Then I blurted out:

"I can get a job."

"No, I mean, really?" Mom looked suprised.

"Yeah."

"Are.. are you sure?"

"Positive."

I didn't know why I had that tone in my voice. I felt like I needed to do something about this. After all, I didn't want NO school. But why was I so sure?

"Alright. You go.. take a shower and everything. We can talk about it when Dad gets home."

I nodded and left the room.