Chapter 2 Detention

This paragraph is a bit choppy, hell it's very choppy just because I wanted to cram some descriptions in here, the only part of this chapter with any plot is about half way through or so.

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Ugh, detention. How very boring. I wasn't even allowed to read a book. I had to sit in silence and wait half an hour. I was four minutes late, not an eternity. I stared at Mr. Canderson, trying to project the enormous amount of contempt I felt for him so that he could feel it. Unfortunately it wasn't working, so I just looked like a moron staring angrily at a teacher. I cast my eyes upon the mirror at the top of the classroom. I wasn't very neat at the moment. My thick black hair was in large tufts because I had failed to comb it, and thus I received the due penalty of bed-head. My blue eyes were bloodshot, I really should not have attended that party last night with Xander, I really didn't have half the constitution, strength or stamina he did. The man was virtually indestructible. I don't think I'd ever seen him injured. Or ill. I was ill. Or hungover, probably a bit of both. I turn my eyes to look at two other students in the room. Nick sat off to the right of the classroom, near the window, I didn't really talk to him much, but he seemed like a nice person. I then turn my gaze to the corner.

There sat Matthew.

That was all I knew about him. His name. He didn't speak to anyone. He had the appearance of someone from an Asian country, probably China, maybe Malaysia, I didn't know a lot about this guy and quite frankly, I didn't want to. Many people didn't talk to him after he took out the entire crew of Jocks using just his right leg, they deserved it of course, but it was quite frightening nevertheless. I turn my gaze to Mr Canderson. He pulls some odd object out of his desk and looks at it, he then looks toward Matthew, I follow his gaze. I think to myself, "Gee, everyone must think I'm some creepy mofo who just stares at people," I look at Matthew, he is staring directly at Canderson. Something flickers in both of their eyes when suddenly, Canderson stands up. As he stands you can see his hawk like posture his head seems to peer over as if he is looking for worms to eat, or students to give pointless detentions to. "I think I'll let all of you out early," he spoke, "I think you all should have learned your lesson by now, you are all eighteen years of age and I think you should act like it," he continued "That does not include getting drunk and coming to school late and with a hangover, Mister Black."

I nod begrudgingly at him and rise to exit the class room. Easy for him to talk about not getting drunk, he was Irish, he had the tolerence levels of, well, an Irishman. I look around but can't see Matthew anywhere. That guy was bit of a freak. He just goes around ninjaing people all the time.

Canderson leaves the classroom first and I step out right behind him. I turn my eyes right and spot Canderson's hawkish personage striding purposefully down the corridor.