Highschool Relations

          The halls of the highschool were filled. Tons of wolves walked the halls, hurrying to class, books in hand. But only one, did not. His name was Neosilver, a no name loser. He went to Oak Ridge Highschool. He was an outcast, having no friends at all.

           Neosilver was currently sitting in the principal's office. What he had done, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that his name was on the side of the school. He had done nothing the night before. Only sat alone in his bedroom, thinking. Thinking what it would be like to have friends.

           "The principal is ready to see you now," spoke the secretary to Neosilver. He got up, backpack and all. He pushed open the principal's blood red door. The paint was chipping, giving it a scary look.

            Principal Geller, a male, gestured for him to sit. The chair was wood, stiff. The room was painted a boring gray, as was everything else. Only the door and window stood out. But the desk is the thing that really caught your eye. It was painted white and red- the school colors. The paint wasn't falling off and was still smooth on the pine wood. On this desk, sat a football. It had a wildcat on it and the signatures of all of the football players on the highschool team.

             "Can you tell me what you're here for?" asked principal Geller sternly. Neosilver stared him down, than sighed. He looked away at the wall, than back at the principal.

              "No, sir." He truly didn't. He hadn't been here before, and had never expected to be. Geller rolled his eyes.

              "You're here because of what you did on the brick walls," Principal Geller replied to himself. He sat up in his leather chair and put his hands on his desk. He let out a sigh, than handed a pink slip to Neosilver. It read:

               "Neosilver Lee Claborn has detention for 2 days after school. Thursday and Friday. From the time school gets out to 5:00."

               This was like a death note to him. He also knew this was his que to leave. Neosilver picked up his binder and slipped on his backpack. He slid out the door silently without looking back. That day was Monday, so Thursday wasn't far away.

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