Detention

At the end of the day, everyone walked in the direction of the gates, three walked to the detention room.

' Are you okay? '. Hailey had asked her after the class when she told her what had happened, and her destination.

Hailey's eyes went wide with shock the moment she was told and truly, Diva was expecting a scolding but her question had surprised her the more and confused her too. The concern in her voice made her feel less tensed and anxious.

' I am very well '. She responded with a straight face. It took her her composure and energy to say that. She was going to be locked in a room like how her offenders were locked in the dungeon by her great grandfather in his time. She did not know when they would be coming out, and neither did she know what awaits her in the room. Most scary of all Emma would be here. The way he had kept a stoic face throughout the class did not give her positive imagination but rather escalated her troubled mind.

Hailey had told her she would pray for her and she had laughed over it, telling her to spend her time on her books, and to emerge the winner in the competition. It would be the makeup for her time in the detention room. She told her that it was her absence in the hall that brought inevitable trouble rolling to her feet. The next second, she lessened the impact of her words to not make the girl feel guilty. She told Hailey to win the competition, and that it will complement everything.

' Thank you, I will be sure to do that '. Hailey said and Diva sent her off with the words in her mouth, that way she would be to keep to them.

Diva entered the detention room the same time Dawin did. Emma was not present yet and she took the freedom to sit in an empty seat, far away from Dawin. She was still very much angry with him and needed to be out of his reach to let her anger calm down, and not blurt out things she would later regret.

Four more people were in the detention, three males and a female. The female was from a junior class and the males, one from a lower class but in the senior category, and the last two were in the same grade as her but in different alms.

She had come to know that those with short sleeves, red flannel shirts on black shorts with black ties were the junior boys. Those with long sleeve, red flannel shirts on black trousers with black ties were senior to the juniors but of a lower class to the boys in her class and the other alms, red flannel jackets with white inner atop black trousers and black ties. Hailey did not have to start explaining things to her as she was very observant.

For the girls, red flannel short sleeves in black pinafore were worn by the junior grade. Red flannel long sleeves In black skirts with ties were for the juniors in the senior category and like herself and other senior girls, red flannel jackets on white long sleeve shirt on a black skirt with a black thin fabric were associated with them.

The teacher, the detention lady, Miss Flora as Hailey had told her before she entered the room, walked into the room, the room with only hushed voices turned even more silent as she took her seat behind the wide desk at the front of the room which looked like a classroom.