Breakfast Club, but make it Artfighty
Pushing open the door to the library, Sorel- er, no, he goes by Dogpoo- could already feel the headache of whats going to be the longest, most annoying day of his life. He didn't even do anything! Or, anything wrong, at least!
He just showed up late for class, and suddenly! Detention! It was even a first offense! He scoffed to himself at the memory, as he walked through the doors. At least it was cooler inside than outside.
He shouldn't be here, and that's all he knows and cares about. He's gonna bring it up to whoever is watching the Detention Go-ers, and he's gonna leave.
He makes his was to one of the few seats in the main part of the library, closest table and chair to the exit. He's apparently the first one here. He settles down, dwelling on how he got here, and what he'll do after it.
He's not alone for long, when a boy dressed in athlete attire walks through. Dogpoo recognizes him. That's Lewis, but everyone calls him Big Man. He ain't that big, not by most means, but he is quite tall, taller than Dogpoo himself, and just has that air to him that makes you notice him.
Big Man quietly gestures to the seat at the opposite end of the table Dogpoo sits at. Asking if he may sit there. Dogpoo doesn't think he even needed permission, but he nods anyways.
Just after big Man sits down, in comes another. A girl this time. Dogpoo doesn't recognize her, but if he had to guess, she had a very.. forgettable name. Maybe its why he doesn't think he knows her. She looks rather.. nerdy. Dogpoo will just.. call her Shion.
She settles in the second row, behind Big Man. Dogpoo didn't even notice the next person walking through, till they're rather harshly, telling the girl to move. When he looks over, he inwardly groans. Sol. The "rebel", but personally Dogpoo just thinks he's an ass.
He feels overheated just looking at all of the jackets they wear.
He wouldn't doubt that Sol got here by something borderline illegal. It's typical, but every adult seems to ignore him. Maybe that's why he's an ass.
Unlike with Sol, all eyes fell on the next, and maybe last, person. Snom, the school outcast. Everyone knows him. Dogpoo knows to avoid him. Everyone, even him, thinks Snom is weird, unsightly.
And Snom seems to know and acknowledge that too, hurrying over to the last row, far from the everyone else. No one else comes in after that.
Well.. no one Dogpoo likes.
Vice Principal Lore Keeper, or as the power hungry bastard says, Mr. Keeper. What a loser.
He has a feeling leaving will not go his way.
Mr. Keeper walks in holding pencils and a stack of paper. One can.. only wonder. He stares us down, like some righteous asshole. "Well.. well." Ugh. "Here we are! I wanna congratulate you, for your-" yeah he needs out, now.
He quickly raises his hand, cutting off Mr. Keeper with a "Excuse me, sir? I think there's... been a mistake." Dogpoo gestures to nothing, but meaning everything. "I know it's detention but- um, I don't think I belong here."
Mr. Keeper looks at him curiously, but ignores him ultimately. Rather, he looks down at his watch. "It is now.. seven 'o six. You have exactly 8 hours-" Dogpoo glances at Big Man, and then the others at this.
"and 54 minutes-" He can hear Sol huffing behind them, and glances back.
"-to think about why you're here, and ponder the error of your ways." That proves to be a mistake, when Sol decides to spit his gum up into the air to catch it. he does, but, egh- ew. Dogpoo looks away promptly.
"You may not talk-" Mr. Keeper points at Dogpoo. What the fuck, singling him out like that.
"-you'll not move-" he says, then pointing to the nerd girl from before. He guesses she was trying to move seats, or get up. "-from these seats.
He then starts walking to the back row, speaking to Sol as he passes by, who seems to be trying to nap now. "You will not sleep." snatching the chair from under Sols feet, which causes them to jolt awake, now upset, and sets it on the other side of the table.
He shuffles the stack of paper in his hands. "Alright people, we're gonna try something a little differently today." Dogpoo turns back around, facing the front, annoyed once again by Mr. Keeper.
"We are going to write.. an essay-" he heads all the way to the back row, and by the direction of his voice, Dogpoo guesses he's bothering Snom now.
He hears paper being set down, and can't help but look back again. Snom is still turned away from them all. "-of no less than a thousand words-" He then sets a piece of paper in front of Sol and Shion.
"-describing to me of who you think you are." Sol quietly mutters, almost shocked "Is this a test?"
Mr Keeper, of course, doesn't answer him. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. I don't mean one word repeated a thousand times. is that clear? Mr. Bender?" Or, he does. Whatever.
Sol snarkily replies with a "Crystal", but it doesn't phase Mr. Keeper.
"Good! You'll learn something about yourself. Maybe! You'll.. decide whether or not you care to return." Shion.. yeah, it feels like she's a Shion, stand from her seat. "Um, y'know- y'know I can answer that right now, sir, I mean-" Mr. Keeper cuts her off.
"Sit down." She sits down. "Thank you, sir."
He continues, pointing "My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business-" he glares at Sol knowingly "-is ill advised."
He glances at us all again. "Questions?" And we had none- "Yeah, I got one." Sol does. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"
..Okay, he has to admit that was funny.
"The answer to that question, Mr. Bender? Next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull, young man, or you'll get the horns." What a loser.
Mr. Keeper finally walks away. And Dogpoo cant decide if he's happy about that or not. On one hand, no more Mr. Keeper. On the other, he's still stuck here. On a Saturday, at 7am. What a waste.
He was right. This will be a headache.
(And scene. You are welcome ✨sorry I couldn't fit most of y'all in anywhere. Cryptid, I atleast imagined you the Principal so :3 -🦔)
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