4 Chapter 3: Nonsense Detention

"See you start making pruno by..."

As this strange girl sat behind me explaining "prison wine" and how she can brew oranges in a backpack, I couldn't help but think: how the hell did I get involved with this crazy alchemist?

"Then you add the...."

That was when I saw a familiar asshole walk into a particular room and instantly realized I indescribably hated her guts, but at least she was saner than the alchemical one. So, I decided to attempt to look like a good person by talking to her.

"Hi, how's it going?"

"Fuck off." Sarah stonewalls

Harsh, but fair, so I'll try another approach. I started tapping ...---... (SOS) in morse code.

"That's why you leave them for 3 days in the..."

Ugh, this crazy alchemist needs to shut up about prison wine.

Where the hell is the teach? Don't tell me he got in trouble too.

"Sup, Luke," a husky voice barked.

"Ah!"

Ouch, shit, I fell, and separate question, who the hell is this?

I ask myself as a beanstalk of a person stands over me. When I get up and turn around,

"You scared the shit out of me, Peter."

"I know, isn't it great?"

Aaaand now he's laughing his ass off; great.

"So, where the hell were you for the last six years?"

"Uhh... that's a long one..."

"How about some homemade laughing gas?" piped the alchemist

"What's your name anyway?" I asked in response

"Jackie! Of course how could I forget the best part of human interaction! The name!"

"And why the whole pruno obsession?" Peter mused

"Because wine is the be..."

The door slammed open violently as a menacing aura blocked our only path of escape.

*Click Clack*

The atmosphere tensed up, and everyone except me, and Sarah instantly sat down.

*Clack Click*

I glanced Sarah, and she was just as confused as I was.

*Click Clack Clack*

I was off-put because of the atmosphere in the room, and those clacks don't sound too inviting.

*Clack*

I hurried to my seat out of panic.

"So, now they dump the honor student, and the infamous school jackass on me," groaned this tiny little 5' foot nothing woman with a voice more gravely than Batman.

"Listen up, kiddos. I have a special assignment for all of you," the gruff half-pint starts.

A collective groan gets wretched from the tension of the classroom.

"Since we have 2 special cases here, we'll be going out onto the football field to pick up litter left behind after Saturday's game."

More than audible half-yelling is vocalized across the entire class

"Now." Mrs.Batman states; her presence now more ominous and threatening than Batman

Everyone begins to get up and shuffle toward the field. After most of the prisoners are out of the detention hall Mrs.Batman decides to pull me and Sarah off to the side

"You two are going to be partnered, any questions?"

Glares are set off in both directions. Teach stepped on a landmine.