𝑴𝑹. 𝑱𝑬𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.

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Jefferson exhaled a rather exasperated sigh. "Detention tomorrow, then. You can't just get away when you just said you drew half of the face of that drawing."

"You were laughing just not long ago and now you're giving me this kind of excuse?"

You laugh, you get a detention. Period.

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We have to upgrade, Max. Why else would we have a whiteboard? I'm still waiting for your photos. You have something to hand in yet?

". . . I don't believe you for one second. You lots keep making these lame excuses."

You don't look like an eighteen years old, but okay. There's a proper process on how to apply for my class. You can't just turn up here and expect me to put you in my roll.

"𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 kids."

No problem. I know you're trying your best, but you need to try harder, alright?

Yes, I 𝒂𝒎 serious. You thought you can get away that easily, do you?

"So, you contributed to this. Detention. Today. After class."

I'm Mr. Jefferson and please, get out of my class if you're not in my roll.

He's squinting at the other.

"Then I'll speak to the cheer captain and have them know you are staying with me and the rest of the students who contributed to this mess today for detention. Did I make myself clear?"

He fixed the frame of his glasses before he glanced at the other. "𝒀𝒐𝒖. You have an idea who did this?"