The rest of the day went like any other day. During gym, Ben was with the other guys in the class practicing serving volleyballs, while the girls and I practiced setting. After gym, I called my mom to let her know that I had after-school detention and that I needed to go over to Ben’s house to work on a school project for Creative Writing. She was fine with me going over to Ben’s, but she was quite disappointed about the after-school detention. After hanging up the phone, I plodded down the hall to the library to serve my sentence. I walked in and handed the teacher my detention slip, and she crossed my name off her list. “Have a seat over there,” she said, pointing with her pen to a table near the non-fiction section. I sat down and pulled out my Honors Biology book and began readin
