I'm the Jack of Crissview High–but even with my profound authority, nothing can get me out of math. I'm not even considered the Jack in this class seeing as Mrs. Gerskin (or Jerksin as we call her behind her back), doesn't give two shits about the hierarchy that we've created. According to her, all students are equal when they're willing to learn. So only in math, I'm just a normal junior trapped in the endless monotony of algebraic dispare.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow over the rows of desks filled with eager minds. But for me, each minute that passes feels like an eternity, dragging me further into the abyss of boredom. I caught maybe the first few minutes of the monologue our teacher had prepared for us, but after that, I got into my own headspace, missing out on the key notes for this week's assignment. Oh well, I'll just get one of the smart kids to do it for me later. 

As my classmates feverishly scribble notes and solve equations, I find myself drifting into a world of daydreams, my mind wandering far from the quadratic equations that plague my existence. I notice everything but what Mrs. Jerksin is trying to tell us. I glance quickly around the room and spot my target: Eli, the sophomore nerd.

Leaning back in my seat, I prop my feet up on my desk. Fiddling with my pencil, I devise some way to approach Eli for his new task, in a way that will not scare him off in one glance. He's a pretty skittish dude, and I'm the 6'2 Jack of the school. I twirl my pencil mindlessly for another few minutes, not hearing a single word from our teacher until she is right there, telling me off for too many reasons to pay attention to.

I was daydreaming and not paying attention, I was being cocky and disrespectful in my behavior, and I was not representing our school correctly by following student dress codes. So, here I am now, fiddling with a pen I snatched from the desk of our principal, Mr. Alexander. Yup, I was in the office for my 'behavioral' problems. I was getting a stern gaze and I realized something at that moment; I was actually going to get in trouble this time. And unlike our Jessabelle, no parents can pull funds for me, because even though we had the money, they didn't care enough to send funds. So I am perfectly capable of getting detention like I am right now.

"Son, you have an imperfect record as you know, and as this is your third strike since your last detention..."

"Sir, this, um this is all just a misunderstanding I, I was paying attention you know, and, and I only had my feet up for a second." 

Mr. Alexander was starting to look fed up. "You don't interrupt me. It's not only your attitude in Mrs. Gerskins class, but everywhere else as well." He looked at me straight. "You don't get in trouble, not because you are the 'Jack' or whatever clever title you have given yourself, but because your friends with the schools so-called 'King' and 'Ace'. Don't get so full of yourself that you actually think you high enough to escape problems, because let me tell you what, you are not."

I stare back at him dumbfounded. It couldn't be true, people feared me. They parted ways for us, they did our homework, teachers didn't get us in trouble. "But... I don't even see what you could be talking about. Of course I'm important. I...I, I am." 

Serving detention during lunch is not completely unbearable, but in no way is it enjoyable. While all my friends are off campus eating whatever they want, I'm stuck in the office eating the poor excuse this school calls spagetti. I gaze out the window, longing for escape from this prison. Beyond the glass lies our school's fine outdoor basketball courts. There is something I have always been able to do no matter what without getting into trouble. I may not be the best, but I'm on the varsity team which counts for something. But for now, I'm stuck in this incredibly uncomfortable seat, forced to endure the last final minutes of my 40 minute detention. Not the longest I've had, but this one was the worst since there wasn't even anyone in the office to talk to, seeing as they all went to the teachers lounge for lunch.

Wait, there's nobody here because they are all in the teacher's lounge for lunch...