The clock on the wall of the detention hall ticks away painfully slow. Still 28 minutes to go, but it might as well be hours. You sit in the very back, praying that this will be over soon enough. After all, you're not supposed to be here. You were late to class and ran in the hall one time past Mr. Morrison and that's all it took. And now you're stuck here Friday afternoon with a bunch of delinquents.

The hot blonde sitting two desks away from you catches your eye. Another senior, Angie you think her name is. She smiles at you mischievously and tosses you a crumpled wad of paper. You unfold it, careful to be quiet and see that it's a note. It reads:

Do you smoke? Yes or No. if so, stick around after they let us out of this shit hole.

A while later, the bell finally rings, dismissing you all from detention, and you all file out of the classroom. You find Angie leaned up against the outside wall of the building, smiling at you like she already knows what kind of trouble she wants to get into next.