I held the note in my hand, my palms were sweating causing the paper to go damp. It was my detention slip.
My first detention.
I have never gotten one, and I was not hoping for one. A straight A+ student, learning lessons that are 2 grades higher then my actual grade, and two parents who were proud to have a son like me. I think I would have been dead by now. But something made me more nervous then scared. The thought sickened me.
"Mr. Tangi-san? Please have a seat"
Well theres that something.
My math teacher Mr. Hainan. He was a tall, slender but musclular man. His eye-length dark brown hair...
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