As I said before, me and Maggie are best friends.
I met her in the beginning of the Sixth grade, a couple years before I had come out to my parents.

As the stories go, we do everything together.
We just never thought we'd go to detention together.

Now, I'm not saying that we're the best behaved kids in the entire school.
We're far from it.
But we never intended on missing class, especially classes like Social Studies and Biology.

The teachers in those classes weren't the friendliest, especially when you missed class. They'd give you detention for something as stupid as sneezing.

They always said that we should be "punctual" and that learning about our country's history and biology was important.
Would we even need most of what we learn in the real life?

Anyways, detention. 

The principal here was a nice older lady.
And by old I mean really old.

She had silver hair and wrinkles upon wrinkles.
She was also extremely boney, so boney she probably could have been mistaken for a corpse.

She also had this weird lump on her back, but we never speak of that.

As Maggie and I walked into her office, she greeted us with a smile, like always.

"Good morning, ladies"
I cringed and greeted her.
Maggie just waved, gritting her teeth.
She hated when people misgendered me, even though I continuously told her that it was mostly my fault for staying in the closet.
She was a great friend.

"So you two know why you're here, missing class and all."

We both opened our mouths to explain what had happened, but she lifted her hand up in protest.

"I've hear every excuse in the book, I'm not new at this. But, I'll let you two off the hook, those teachers are pretty scary."
She winked at us, then got up and opened the door.

We got up and practically ran out the door, muttering our thanks, and ran to the lunch room, which was already full of kids.

Hundreds of kids whose eyes were turned to us.
The kids who had gotten in trouble.