Okay, before we start, picture this. You're sitting in front office with four or five of your

closest friends, waiting for the principal because you and

your friends did an incredibly stupid prank. It was way

too quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the

breathing of everyone in the room, the mumblings of the

desk lady reading 50 Shades of Grey, and the air

conditioner, blowing ice cold air, even though it’s already,

like, 67 degrees outside. Of course, there were other kids

in the office too. Most of them are kids you and your

friends have been fighting with over the past couple of

months. Now that you have that image floating around in

your head, you probably already have a good

understanding of the current situation my friends and I

are in right now. I sat between my two “best” friends (The best part’s

going to change in the future), Julie and Lucie. Julie was

over-excitedly chattering to the girl next to her, whose

name I forgotten, about how “Epic and Amazing” this

prank was, and Lucie was crying his eyes out, saying that

his uncles are going to kill him if they found out.

Now, about the kids we dragged into this. All of us

kids have divided ourselves into these teams. How these

teams were formed? I honestly have no clue, but the

teams we dragged into this are Team Cadie and Team

Suzie, our so-called rivals. Team Cadie is this group of goth and emo kids that

hate our guts. I’m not too sure why they hate us, but they

just do, and Team Suzie is this group of petty, rich,

popular kids who hate everyone that's not attractive,

popular, straight, or rich. The atmosphere felt so tense, and hateful. I could feel

myself sweating as both teams gave us death glares. Soon, our principal, Mr Afton stepped out. A tall,

young man with sickly pale skin, and dark brown eyes. His dark hair was gelled back, like usual, as he skimmed

the room with this scowl that made my sweating worse. His expression didn’t only look angry, but he looked

like he was ready to kill all of us with his tiny spoon

collection that he has for some reason. “All of you, in the conference room, now!” he

exclaims, pointing to an open door. I gulped and stood up

with the rest of the other kids.

“Ugh, this is BS,

” Suzie (leader of Team Suzie) utters,

flipping back her blonde hair as we all walked into the

conference room. I gasped, and so did all the other

students as I saw my mom and a whole bunch of other

adults I assume are parents in the room. None of them

looked happy. I took a seat across from dad as Mr. Afton

sat down between Julie and Jessica, Julie’s “second mom”

in a way. “Okay, I would like to know why you guys-” he

pauses to gesture to all us us,

“Thought that faking a

school shooting with nerf guns while playing the song,

‘Pumped up Kicks’ by Foster the People, a SONG about

SCHOOL SHOOTING would be a GOOD IDEA! You guys

SCARED EVERYONE HALF TO DEATH! YOU’RE SO

LUCKY WE DIDN’T GET THE POLICE INVOLVED!” He

yelled. All the parents then begun to angrily chatter

among their children, except my mom. She kinda just

gave me this look, like she was trying really hard not to

burst out laughing. I sigh. At least she doesn’t seem too

angry.

Anyway, about that prank... we did that. Team Julie did that, to clarify.

Julie thought it would be a good prank, and we’ve

been planning it for weeks. I told her this wasn’t a good

idea. I knew we would get in trouble for this, but I didn’t

even try to stop except from me saying “Julie, we

shouldn’t do this, we’ll get suspended, or worse,

EXPELLED!” but she didn’t care. Mr Afton inhaled deeply, as he looked around the

room. His eyes met mine for a split second. “Young ladies and gentlemen. I called your parents

here to discuss your punishment. Since I’m kind enough

to not get the police involved, I also decided not to expel

any of you ” he pauses as all of the students, including

myself took that sweet, sweet breath of relief. “...But!”

I clenched my breath

There's a but! There's a but! I hope this doesn’t go on

my permanent record!

“You all will be having after school detention,

everyday for three months, plus every other week you’ll

be attending school on saturdays! We all came up with

this punishment for you guys, plus it’s a lot better than

being expelled,

” Mr Afton explains, causing all of us

students to groan. See? This is what I get for having irresponsible

friends. Should’ve just ditch them when I had the chance. And people call me a bad person.